How crazy I would be about you, how I would be,
that even the love verses I wrote to you in those days,
today I deny that falsehood to my delusional mind
because it turns out that you are not a muse nor am I a poet.
You took advantage and stood by my side with transcendence,
when I was in the last degree of unconsciousness
if in my madness I wanted to have you for a whole week,
Today that I am conscious just from seeing you
I feel the desire to go away.

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