mine

Son, there is no purpose, there is no path, there is no glory.

Son, this world is meaningless.

Son, this world is nothingness.

Son, someday, this will all be yours.

i don't

roses are red
and violets are blue,
i love you
and so do you.

amanta

pe marmura incinsa se scurge amorul.
in subsol se aude inflorind mucegaiul.
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