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Apr 2016
Veins full of drought
early cages for my demons,
huming currents blow
through these blackend wrinkles,
cracks of atrophic mud.
A force from above
keeps pushing me your way,
but I’m vividly hiting the ground
like a feather fallen from your wings,
or a chord that can never touch you,
like an ice cube left sober into your last glass,
or a dream you won’t recall,
as your eyes unfold
to ennoble and delight the day…
life, again, never puts me at ease
only teases me about what I’m not…
I’m a contradiction of lines
persistently dying inside,
bleeding out to death
but just for the Joy
that now I know.
I've know a big happiness, at some point, that still is an amazing part of my life... But it was totally contrasting everything happened before... So this poem is my strong, dark way to tell about that...
Lucrezia M N
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Lucrezia M N  37/F/Italy
(37/F/Italy)   
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