7 july 2024
God It Kills
Get to take call,
I will follow myself― and
open the old wound.
Of conscience.
The veins of leaves will knit
the face of a brute.
Ready to violate
November. The dilemma in
waves of lake rises.
How to pick cotton
flowers to celebrate snowfall.
We have reached moon.
Is that you, I
ask my poem, can you maintain
the purity of dawn?
5 october 2024
Wielkość nie jest kwestiąEva T.
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In God's ShadowSatish Verma
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mężczyzna idzie do domuEva T.
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January CoolSatish Verma
3 october 2024
Pieprzyć to!Eva T.
3 october 2024
Światła porankaJaga
3 october 2024
Kwiatki u sąsiadki.Eva T.
3 october 2024
Sending My HymnsSatish Verma
2 october 2024
0210wiesiek
2 october 2024
Wariacje z piórem.Eva T.