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nvinn fonia 10m

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allthe time i wsted or is ittwht if nothing goes too wste _ervy thing accordin to god's plan

Zywa 50m

Any overworld

is a palimpsest over --

a scraped underworld.

Novel "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), chapters Spices from Malabar, (2-) 11 and The Moor's Last Sigh, (4-) 19

Collection "Low gear"

#power #underworld #bharat #india

Donall Dempsey 51m

DEATH OF A PERFECT UNIVERSE

DEATH OF A PERFECT UNIVERSE

puddles
capture
stars

throw them
at our feet
where we with each

hurrying footstep
destroy each
perfect universe.

and now that
we have gone
(lovers eager to be home)

puddles
patiently
reform

wrestle stars to the ground
(trapped in the rain’s
shattered mirrors)

reflect yet
another
perfect universe

that trembles
at the approach
of a pair of bright

newly
red
stilettos

Zywa 51m

[ The birches are called ]

The birches are called

silvery white, yeah, language --

can be very poor.

Story "Dichtertje" ("Little poet", 1918, Nescio), written in 1917, chapter 10

Collection "Rasping ants"

#birch #language

nvinn fonia 1h

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man just 1 reason i lov it _i wanna tryy thatiss_itt _ultimate answer