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I know that a poetry can't resolt all our troubles
when angry we throw on each other words as they were soft soap bubbles.
But sometimes a non-reasoned word can hurt really deep
and start a quarrel that make us so tired and crave for some sleep.
Suddenly I found myself again on the bed
thinking of everything nice we had.
I realized that you are my Majesty,
my queen to be served with obedience and honesty.
So here I stand,
owing nothing but a paper and a pen.
I'm writing sketches to limit the pain of negligent crimes
while deep in my heart I hope you will never get bored of my rhymes...