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a little boy cried with tears of glass
they dropped and met the solid ground and crashed
and it was a summer morning and dew shined for a mile
and the smile was sarcastic, if there was a smile
and they were 30 standing under the blue sky
and their palms were sweating and their lips were dry
wind celebrated between stones and tiles
and the smile was sarcastic, if there was a smile
and the wind blew the trees like a winter day storm
and the trees stood as if they were curved in stone
and the words were as clear as the were written in bryle
and the smile was sarcastic, if there was a smile
and the shattred tears were no longer found
became one with the solid ground
and between summer mornings when dew shines for a mile
the smile is sarcastic if there is a smile |
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- קוראים לי
אהרון ואני לא
יודע איך קוראים
לי כבר שישה
חודשים.
קומיצה, הוגה
קבוצת התמיכה
לסנילים
אנונימיים |
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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.