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Poetry is the way to live, to breath, to
procreate.
It shines in the smiles of little children, and on
their ancestor's death-beds.
It is by far, all I am.
There will only be resting to those willing
to oppress libidos and be held in
bulimic emotional stress.
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מדי פעם אני
נהנית להוריד
את
היצירות שלי
ולהחזיר אותן
רק כדי להרגיש
בשליטה |
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