Poezie
Consuming pain
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Mediu
The alley is full of corpses,
the smoke is choking our minds,
there is nothing left here for me to stay
I could burn all my desires in a single cigar
and pretend I\'m Buddha again-
the truth is while all the earth is living its time
my pain is eating poems and novels,
echoing in phantom\'s souls-
reminiscence of already spoken tears.
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