29 december 2021
Strange Logics
A blood retreats―
through the gift of tears.
Pain has no religion.
Why did you search the
truth in ashes?
A command goes waste.
I didn't call a god
for mercy.
The dust leaps for wings.
Rain leaves no scars.
I will come back
to gather the washed bones.
A rusted wound has no thoughts left.
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bo jak wtedy jest nas wszędzieEva T.
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Jedno pióro jest ptakiemEva T.
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Mgła ustępujeJaga
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Camouflage.Eva T.