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Secret Cries of a Long Lost Stone
Underworld whispers embrace these
Scarred and bared knees
That I’ve eaten since
I became old again
This filthy swamp I drown in
Unveils the very spoon upon
The lips of thrilling flesh
Which sacrifices souls fallen apart
An early rose bended over
The story of winds
Eclipsing the garbage in my tears
Drops of blood decided to take
My nails for a walk across
The sea bottom painted by
The pain of dying leaves
Tribe of logs describes
The bitter dust I have thrown
Myself into, for I had failed pondering
For the sentence which takes
Heartache away from my miserable grave
Every pore of mine is craving
For mobility so I can search for
This fresh creature, amusing, yet
Lost in the storm of impure thoughts
I had produced for hollow years,
Claiming my demonic solitude
Every silver swan
Floating on your breath
Makes the butterflies consume
My stomach hard enough that I
Feel raped by your innocent soul
Weak is and pathetic
My own view of the Sun
In my dreams worlds collide,
Time quietly stops in your hands
And doom blooms into new era
On your skin
Inace, nije dovrsena, imam jos mnogo svrljotina koje mi se bas ne uklapaju, barem ne sad, u ovom delu, mada imam veliki skok kod zadnje napisane strofe...
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