Random thoughts

Quiver and shiver,

That’s my heart answer,

To this early morning fever.

Love threatens pain,

I try to avoid,

Become devoid


I never succeeded,

I’m dissolving,

In cauldron of strong potion,

Brewed by Venus herself…

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