Poezie
To my Dead Muse
embedded in the sheets of my soul...
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Mediu
Lovely face
The mouth like a hole
The soul on the whole
Tainted fruit
Staring eyes, wild glare
Recycled features…
Pale as my corpse
Riding on a horse
Towards the east
The horizon’s line
Dozens of flies
Buttered bread,
I didn’t have breakfast
Elicit relations
Saved from starvation
You, my illness
My inspiration…
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