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Why am I the last one to read
I do not know the names of 260 husbands
And I do not know why reflection of wounds is by sisters |
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What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes -
In the coldness of spring
With my 11 fingers -
* Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world -
Archibishop dropped to look around
Mistakes into bonfire to put
Violence built on water -
On witch side of stains
Face and mouth should I put
Palms of hands
Blood plasmas
Vahidin Prelic ... Poetry ... Harmony of chaos ... Why am I last one to read...
