Clear as the sun,
I love tight holes and velvet dresses.
I have what I have, and on me what is on me.
My friend, the sky, can't I be you?Can't I dissolve in space?
On which day did it tell me: "Be clear as the sun"?
And here I am, clarifying myself until not a trace of lead remains in my smile.
Will I explode into light one day?
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
