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Frequency of my name
Pain can touch me if it had hands
frequency of my name doesn't exist
sew all the lost chances together
one last time and forever.
Who can take this from me?
I am nobody, I am just the man,
not even sure who I am,
I will pour my self into
this field, if you can guess the smell?
So many different flowers, than me.
One with the earth, spiritually,
I can feel the core spinning
slower and slower, the death
of humanity, who has the voice?
Speak up or shut up!
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Davorin Pasovic
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