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18/F/Sweden/Russia Poetry - this is how I deal with myself, when my tongue is blooding.
20th of Janury 21th of Februari 22th of March 23th of April 24th of May 25th of This is time measured by humans life. rushing at the speed of girls flattering theirs oversized eyelashes and boys crashing into fence from bikes, the first word "mammy", which dad did not record It expires at the speed of the ran-out shelf life of your beloved biscuit and hated milk that you're allergic to. down on the way to round-the-clock shop the world seems fragile like the handle of a plastic bag dropped cookies decompose in the white sea of lactose time is slowing down
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Biscuit and milk
All words of yours somehow   have made a worm-hole inside me   and after a shower it is like it has been   raining cats and dogs -   they peer out carefully.   yours "honey-sweetie", ****** *******   "do u really concern yourself as a poet"   gnaw the leaves of unblown lines prepared for future verse   so certainly this spring is out of fruitage.   and honestly   there is no much to say to them   except   SHUT UP   SHUT UP   SHUT A **** UP   please   you are even not here.
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
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At night airplane is just another star in the tail of ursa minor. Sky is striking   roots   what seems to be tree trunks meanwhile   these shadows of those passers-by   drop into empty offices.   they fall through   bulletproof windows,   striped window blinds   in people's houses,   libraries,   high schools,   closed cinemas and kindergarten,   while heading home.   and those who have all disbelieved in God – their shadows pray in churches.   And I’m assured that   mine protects your sleep   despite me being frighten of   those visions   in this dark.
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
Shadows