#estonian - Hello Poetry

I load a fat bowl. I insert stem. I trust my lips at the hole. I see a split world. I hold it in. I let the lies matter not. Beyond a pale veil beats the bitter heart the soul of destruction. In its own realm it lacks the fear to lie so it reigns unashamed. I burn more trees. Invite the ash in lung. I cough out Ebajalg. Invite the joy return. Wind through the lazy curtains of my window, Music enter my limbs through vibrations in my toes, Lit only in moon and blue cyber light I ignite the signal fire, For someone, somewhere, also in sweat in demon dance.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC

Simillacrum

Demon Dance (Signal Fire)

I load a fat bowl. I insert stem. I trust my lips at the hole. I see a split world. I hold it in. I let the lies matter not. Beyond a pale veil beats the bitter heart the soul of destruction. In its own realm it lacks the fear to lie so it reigns unashamed. I burn more trees. Invite the ash in lung. I cough out Ebajalg. Invite the joy return. Wind through the lazy curtains of my window, Music enter my limbs through vibrations in my toes, Lit only in moon and blue cyber light I ignite the signal fire, For someone, somewhere, also in sweat in demon dance.

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she was like a thread-bare cotton sweater; she needed to be turned inside//out when w:ashed.

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC

clauster

kui ta oli number viis

she was like a thread-bare cotton sweater; she needed to be turned inside//out when w:ashed.

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