Poezie
Immune
in the city
1 min lectură·
Mediu
the moon can be red too
the city will swallow us
we`ll be immune
sometimes you do act like a monster city yourself
you swallow other people`s lives when breathing
with all their
crossroads, lights, houses,
doors, beds and cups,
days and nights,
days and days,
nights and nights
never tired of it
never afraid
never in love
yet you want to discover some sort of mystery in me
as if I have it or
deserve it
really
I am immune, you know.
I am dying.
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