Tear-stained nights won't make us happier; And pounding our fists won't bring us inner peace. Sometimes I choose the tip of a pen instead of a razor blade; I let my thoughts flow freely onto the paper. ! This book is an english translation of poetry I wrote in my mother tongue. It might not be perfectly accurate and most poems will be more free-form due to the language switch, but I will try my best to provide a version for my lovely non-czech speaking readers. © All Rights Reserved | zzirque 2020
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