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Rich Metric Poem
It doesn't look like temporary domestic violence.
Her pearl necklace made of each moment
of disappointment.
Nobody leaves his comfortable trenches
To stuff with the power of city centre,
until her menstruation is gone
When the words are getting immature,
they seem to lead to the organic things
or to the other nonsense.
I feel a pity, operant conditioning
doesn't work as would I like, no one can pretend
This is a win win situation,
however unknown prosecutor could give different verdict.
Just a win win untill the man gets back home
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Rich Metric Poem
Waking up, no idea who first
seems little bit funny
Tickling child feet
gigli gigli
Pretending wisdom of encyclopedia for goodnight
Collecting favorite colors of crayons
unbreakable inside
Gigglitivly and irrelevant
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Unfolding our hands, we are revolving around own axis
On the grass, not on the concrete!
Shouting the most clever kids
Loosing the ground under feet
Only clouds can stop us,
That we are not thrown into Space
Hard to lift ten kilos boulder never ever existed
The same like someone nausea
Now I know how it is, playing around of being drunk
Almost like an adult to lie on the grass
With throbbing heart
Happy
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