I gave you my fist 
  that your lies black retorted 
  and kicked the silences 
of few words.
 
  
  
  I went with winning air 
 smelly alley  
  where love will 
  to fall into misfortune. 
  Humming solitudes 
you smile.
 
  
  
  Deal. 
  Back to the game. 
  Far from prison 
  of your looks fake. 
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