6 april 2021
Overnight
Unstitch my memories,
I have come home,
My bag was full of worries.
How will I spread my age?
An old man reading the palms―
cannot find the glasses.
After a mutiny, nothing was
left of a hissing pyramid.
Tell me the shape of tomorrow
to come. In dark I have
to bury my name.
28 november 2024
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28 november 2024
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28 november 2024
bo jak wtedy jest nas wszędzieEva T.
27 november 2024
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27 november 2024
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27 november 2024
Jedno pióro jest ptakiemEva T.
27 november 2024
Mgła ustępujeJaga
27 november 2024
Camouflage.Eva T.