7 lipca 2020
Deeply Upset
The dark borders
were shifting, rejecting
the inner voices.
The echoes bring apocalypse
with costs. I hear
the silent prayers.
de jure? I want
to letter the unknown fears
of the epilogue.
The whistling pain of the
words, brings
the blood flowers.
Aghast, at the cupidity,
of man, where shall
I start the charity?
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