In this world,
No one warns little girls,
how boys with such a pretty eyes
who smell like smoke,
who taste like rain,
who talk like silver,
are reasons behind
tear soaked pillows.
This world isn't gonna forgive you for the things you did or couldn't do.
This is something you have to do yourself, strictly, violently, tremendously for yourself.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
