by Alan Zhukovski
Do you remember me?
When I lit the routine with my tongue,
You said I was not my usual self.
I was trying to catch the rainbow.
But you said: “You haven’t got no job”.
Do you remember me?
When the worlds began to love,
You understood the beauty of my days.
Do you remember me?
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