In PRIČE

In Me

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The city is boredly silent
While my riots
Dance under your window
Calling you

You’re tired
You close the door in front of
My heart full
From which the oceans overflow
Of undernourished desires
For distant worlds

I put on a mask to
Finally become what I am
loud
Voluptuous
Bigoted

You flash your palm

Everything is fine, you say
Don’t worry about anything.

And I don’t care.

I embrace the silence,
I fill the gap
with void
And I smile at you.

All is well.

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If you're too tired to go out tonight, just think how you'll feel at seventy two!

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11 Comments

  1. sanjiva Reply

    Tužno je na toliko nivoa. Lepo je na isto toliko nivoa. Bore mi se emocije na koju stranu da prevagnu.

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