Poezie
confession
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Each second is a lash
In the chest music and death – the same stupid chorus
Marius doesn’t distinguish himself from an autistic child
In his eyes I\'m just a simple kore
Cut out from the magazines with lonely women
In my touches he sees wrong trajectories of hands
In je t’aime diction exercises
He laughs when I tell him that loneliness
is named after him
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