2 november 2021
Will Not Breathe For A While
To know, who I am…
in the name of truth.
We move in different circuits.
Our toes don't meet.
Fraternity mangled, I will
not sell my wounds.
I will not show my scars.
I will wait, wait till eternity
after the black end, in the hope of dawn.
As a mark of respect, you fly
low, invisible to the eyes of walking gods.
The thick men, become menace
for the slums. There was no light.
I turn blue.
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bo jak wtedy jest nas wszędzieEva T.
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Jedno pióro jest ptakiemEva T.