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Milica Fara Nov 2017
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She lit a cigarette
Tears racing down her cheeks
She was a mess
Magnificent chaos
And she wasn't afraid
Of giving birth
To the madness.
Milica Fara Oct 2017
I fixed my wings.
I'm tasting the air,
Bathing in feathers.
Illuminating the night sky.
If you see me,
Don't distract me.
I'm finally flying.
Milica Fara Oct 2017
HIM
-In the middle of museum tour She turned to Him with words: "Tell me something about yourself that nobody knows."
He turned His attention to Her: "But what would you wanna know about me? I'm like this lost guy in the planet who's trying to figure out 98% of his life.", saying it quietly.
She saw the universe in His eyes: "I would be honored to hear those 2% you've already figured out and to be by that lost guy's side while he's trying to find himself.", and slowly leaned over to kiss Him.-
Milica Fara Oct 2017
Pie
This is how you bake this pie
Find some hearts that are really ripe
So ripe that are almost rotten
I recommend you familiar ones
Fake ones that made you fall for their owners
But you need to be careful while taking them out
They're in 1000 pieces and glued 1001 times
That's why you thought they're pure at first
Because broken hearts change people
And you were hoping they're changed for the better
But they were just using you for revenge
And if you touch their hearts with those warm hands of yours
Glue could be melted down
And everything would fall into the water
So make sure you use gloves, darling
Once you prepare main ingredient
Everything will be easier
Mix it with the pinch of sugar and put it between two sheets of dough
Turn up the temperature in oven on highest level
Then bake it until it becomes golden
Trust me, you will enjoy the smell
And when it's done this warm heart syrup running down your mouth and fingers will cure you
I promise
Milica Fara Oct 2017
They asked me what my greatest fear was.
I thought for a moment and then it hit me.
Really hard.
I almost felt the pain of the fact itself.
The fact i could die without finding the one who makes me weak.
Weak in the most beautiful possible way.
That kind of weakness when i can't move any part of my body.
Such a weakness when the only thing you feel is tickling.
But for the moment, in the mess of my thoughts, only thing I can think of is you.
Suddenly I'm feeling numb because you could be the one.
The one who could make sure i never fear.
Because your eyes are pure stars.
And your fingers, when they touch me, freeze me to the bones.
But in spite of that I feel so alive and so infinite.
It's like that numbness gives me energy.
Isn't it ironic? Life is a paradox.
We are all made from stellar stuff.
And nuclear fusion gives us goosebumps.

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