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Jul 2020
Now even chimneys paint the dense hairdresser at night: The bearded chimneys of the houses ping the skirts of the pearl stars. The death of golden trees has long since been sacrificed: Now in contemplation, to see and unravel meditative connections would come! Maybe they can unravel the mysteries of the Gordian knots? - Not by many simple cuts, as the Macedonian ruler did in one fell swoop,

but with reasonable s scientific reasoning if necessary! "Every summer midnight, the balmy stuffiness of Time, dripping on me like a thick molasses, yet I waited, waited, and held myself, killer-hardened, breath-suppressed, that your beautiful eyes, far and wide, trained in brown flame, were waiting for me alone!"

My attention and trust in you grew richly with my patience day by day! I didn't want a cocky roar because of you: I got out of your love carousel on a voluntary basis, to which you just replied, "It was a good joke!" - I wanted the treasure of my existence, and you are a part, an inner cell molecule, which, like the transporting glass bubble, transports the life-giving oxygen beads patiently, understandingly

yet with ant diligence in the order of my prison body! The World can now wrestle in vulnerable hibernation — and, like me, it exists alone, it exists, it has remained in captivity! Every single day, I facilitated our immortal, eternal, co-spent minutes, and I secretly hoped so - foolishly, you do the following: Sometimes, when I still remember you send me an email with great grace,

and if your heart can still feel me, you ask, "How are you?" "Thank you, I'm fine for now, I'm fine," though he treads on my every day, bleeding the knowledge that you can't be with me!
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
(36/M/Hungary)   
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