Let's Try
I am no longer same poet.
My heart is full of doubt.
No one is pure for one moment.
Nothing goes, always, right.
Everybody has made lies.
By heart, tongue, or by eyes.
to keep the poor heart cries.
lonely, no one can advise.
The truth became as a crime.
That's the goal of my poem.
to stop lying, to give time.
to try again for the prime.
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