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Don’t approach to me

You could cut yourself on the thorns

Of my selfgretting and egoism

That stick out of me as of a rose

Don’t touch me

In order not to hurt yourself on thorns

Of my anger and hatred

That have shat together with the flowers



Dont’t look at me

My thorns could blind you

The thorns poisoned by sorrow and melancholy

Would blind your mind

Go away it’s the time

You are close not to

Cut yourself

On the thorns poisoned by hatred