Poezie
The choice
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Mediu
Yes, there was a time when the imagination ran wild
And every reality seemed to follow.
I thought it was the axle, but it was only the scaffolding
a temporary structure which held my dreams.
And now it sways and I sway between myself and myself
weakened by you.
Allowing your recurrent betrayal – the sharing of your body
or closing my eyes forever – destruction of your image :
the only way out .
There’s two of me fighting over you :
the keeper and the deceived / the lover and the (...)
And then there’s this third one: standing and waiting for a deus ex machina solution.
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