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Apr 2013
I want to write.
A poem.
To write.
I want to puke.
To puke.
I want to ****.
To ****.

I want days and nights and bewildering sights.
I want cries and smiles and slumbering sighs.

Why don't you die?
What is death but an overbearing lie.
Why don't you go?

Not like it ever ... ends.
Prkos Drumski
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Prkos Drumski
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