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Žareča vroča gmota se prelevi v težek sivi kamen. Me jezi, me moti, obstanem. Nocoj se mi ne spi. Misli lebdijo, pred mano si ti. Si bil. Me zebe, toplota je odšla. Spet. Sama. doma.
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
Si bil.
Žareča vroča gmota se prelevi v težek sivi kamen. Me jezi, me moti, obstanem. Nocoj se mi ne spi. Misli lebdijo, pred mano si ti. Si bil. Me zebe, toplota je odšla. Spet. Sama. doma.
English translation: You were. A glowing, hot mass turns into a heavy grey stone. It angers me, it bothers me, I freeze. Tonight, sleep evades me. Thoughts are floating, you are here. You were. I am cold, the warmth has left. Again. Alone. At home.
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23/F/Italy
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
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