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Jul 2020
A terrible season ensues: it resembles an army of disgusting leeches, armed against blood vessels, and wisely armed to tune its poisons against our bodies, and to unite our ever-battered organs in unity!

For weeks, siege cannons have been gathering with the fierce symphonies of clouds: Slowly, with the staggers of weakness, the blizzard mutters in tiny, slender drops, the street forced to put on its armor as a solidified response!

I can already feel that the shameful folds of my forehead are plowing the shaggy forest of my chest like an ice-scalpel by the storm, and now - because I'm still facing a window, there are no drying, eternal immortal tears

I see the bitter weathered glass beads of conscious incompetence of conscious ignorance and revenge abounding in greed! Through the translucent cracks in the air, twilight also unfolds the petals of purple-roses richly! And I can only watch, just stare, as my idyllic idiots cheated to the brink of my idyllic dreams!

And now it's getting raging, the conscience is still roaring, "Oh, how much I couldn't do for you!" "Because he was chewed on our wall, the insulted cowardice, the cheap escape, and the caution not to trust anyone - and the least in myself!" The suddenness of the minute greets me, the world is now in the throes of those who know everything better -

I may be going strongly out of the circle in which the year of my youth has fled unnoticed! Fate looked like a wanderer in its two existence, they cannot sleep in peace, because he could not find the True - the other, more valuable half of his soul!
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
(36/M/Hungary)   
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