This was an interesting dialogue
going on,
between me and a ghost. It was
telling me that I love you
because you are not a virgin.
Was it a good thing, someone
asks? The game was fair
but the players were dishonest.
The bared chest, with scars
and raw wounds, tells everything
about blue wars.
The words float on water,
like dragonflies. Do you think
it was impossible to convey
the agony by phraseology of metaphors?
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Excellent point of view!
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