19 listopada 2012
OF LANGUAGE
The particulate allegories
were tossed around.
The wheels had refused
to exit.
Unscathed, phrases
were erupting in pulses.
There was flame and ice
Inherent -
in the silicate of
wedded friendship.
Who was afraid of the bed
in heydays
of thorns down the roses?
An endless journey for the
bleeders in labyrinthine life
of yes and no.
Satish Verma
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Marek Jastrząb
12 marca 2025
wiesiek
12 marca 2025
An - Anna Awsiukiewicz
12 marca 2025
Yaro
12 marca 2025
ajw
12 marca 2025
ajw
12 marca 2025
Marek Gajowniczek
11 marca 2025
Marek Gajowniczek
11 marca 2025
wiesiek
11 marca 2025
Marek Gajowniczek