God save me from love,
or better yet, of women,
who have tender faces,
but claws behind the intentions.
In my life I met three types of women,
the very busy to want,
and the very busy ones to love themselves,
that is why they seek man,
because they can not be satisfied,
believing to be queens,
they are slaves of its precepts,
that sink them in their cheap depression.
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