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Love became an ancient fascination,
Forever burning like a candle shined,
Never felt the pain of procreation.
Remember doing something very tragic,
Being treated like a heroine.
I had a feeling like a real romantic,
Looking at the face of new conception.
Another loving beauty from perfection,
An empty space between the human kind,
Feeling like a lonely heroine,
Surrounded by the love of humankind.
An endless dream of creativity.
I wanna know the truth about the tragic,
A new perpetual virginity,
You become a part of me romantic.
So please consider me an imitation!
I wanna hear a message from affections,
Forget about the life of procreation,
Like another one of those obsessions.
