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1210350

Untitled

Sing to me like one of your girls
I'll find your beat even if they can't be heard
Into your rhythm, I can be wringed
I'll take it all up to the ones I can
I'll dance and dance until I lose my feet
I'll just look at you until I lose my sight
I'll let the fire burning until it loses its heat
I'll keep you in my heart until it loses its beat


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Author: xx
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Date: 07/04/2020


1210344

Untitled

So I'll try to take control of the darkness again,
If only though, the pen in my hand
If there's nothing to gain, then there's nothing to prove
If there's nothing to lose, then there's nothing to lose


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Author: Alexandria Hope
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Date: 07/04/2020

1210343

Untitled

Always smile,
Its worthwhile...


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Author: Tapiwa Individualist
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Date: 07/04/2020

1210317

Untitled

I'm already yours, if you haven't noticed, as you are mine. And we can be together for the longest time as long as your with me, we can both be free, and conquer the world, so confidently


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Author: sds
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Date: 07/04/2020


1210311

Untitled

1/December/1996
About ten in the morning
With a city that was registered
Only in my birth certificate
I...
1st of December
-In calendar-
It could not have been there
It was not its fault
Its mother is a Whore

The joy of my childhood songs
Missing the balloons
How was the sky so blue?! ! !
White clouds ran slowly
They didn't see my childhood?!
The loneliness of my doll?!
Perhaps her left hand
Has fallen here

Daddy
Beat my head firmly
That's why
All my dolls
Were made without head
Mommy...
You did not even look like
A scream

Oh my little beloved!
Close your eyes instead of me
Because
Open eyes are staring
Drying
Dying...
I whisper again
I wish I was blind
Why am I to be seen?
Oh my little beloved!
Goodbye
I'm growing up...
I don't need you anymore
And I still love my childhood
My sister...
She is dancing with me
Like her clockwork doll
What is her crime?
Her thought is pink

How much the window and I are alike!
Only when I look to the sky
From this framework
To be in the arms of God
I am not
A bird
To stay in the cage
Death
Or
The rescue of flight
Freedom has no meaning...

If I die, what happens next?
My sister is still dancing!
Will my mother laugh?!
The flowers are still fragrant?!
The trees are tall!
The waters are flowing!
And still, when his people pass by
Are they greeting happily?

What happened to me?!
You were such a kind person
That the birds
Made their nests on your hands
I wonder...
Calling me lady these days
Happy birthday!
Please do not swear at me


یازدهم آذرماه
سال یک هزار و سیصد و هفتاد و پنج
حوالی ده صبح
با شهری که فقط به اسم در شناسنامه ام ثبت شد
... من
یازدهم آذرماه
-در تقویم-
می توانست نباشد
تقصیر خودش نبود
مادرش هرز است
شادی ترانه های بچگیم
بادبادک ها را گم می کند
چگونه آسمان آنقدر آبی بود! ؟
ابرهای سفید به آرامی دویدند
مگر کودکی های مرا نمی دیدند! ؟
تنهایی عروسکم را
شاید دست چپش همین جا افتاده باشد
بابا
محکم به سرم می کوبد
برای همین است
که تمام عروسک هایم بدون سر ساخته شده اند
... مامان
شبیه جیغ هم نبودی
محبوب کوچکم
تو به جای من چشمانت را ببند
چشمان باز
خیره می مانند
خشک می شوند
می میرند
باز با خودم می گویم
کاش من کور می بودم
چرا من بودم که باید می دیدم! ؟
محبوب کوچکم
خداحافظ
من دارم بزرگ می شوم
و دیگر به تو نیازی ندارم
... خواهرم
مثل عروسک کوکی اش با من می رقصد
او چه گناهی دارد
فکرش صورتیست
چه قدر من و پنجره شبیه به هم هستیم
تنها وقتی از این چهارچوب
به آسمان نگاه می کنم
که در آغوش خدا باشم
من پرنده ای نیستم
که در قفس بمانم
یا مرگ
یا رهایی پرواز
آزادی معنایی ندارد
اگر بمیرم
فردایش چه می شود! ؟
خواهرم هنوز می رقصد
مادرم خواهد خندید
گل ها هنوز خوشبو اند
درختان بلند اند
آب ها جاری هستند
و هنوز وقتی آدم هایش از کنار هم می گذرند
با روی خوش به هم سلام می کنند! ؟
چه اتفاقی برایم افتاد
تو آنقدر مهربان بودی
که پرنده ها روی دستانت آشیانه ساخته اند
تعجب می کنم
تازگی ها
مرا خانم صدا می زنند
تولدت مبارک
خواهش می کنم به من فحش ندهید


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Author: yasaman johari
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Date: 07/04/2020

1210309

Untitled

I miss the
Dying light from our footsteps-
I miss the sound of our heels
Followed by the evening's color,
So honest
It's hard to behold,
A life so unreal
That sleep serves
As a release-

I miss the dying light in lashes,
In curls as a testament-
I miss my own stoic profile
Hindering passion,
Emphasizing restraint-

I miss the invisible barrier
That made you tight,
Close-
I miss the secret
That made you a forbidden-

I miss the stutter in
Your night tide
The smile in your day walk
I miss your digesting
Of my words-
Staring.


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Author: yokomolotov
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Date: 07/04/2020


1210304

Untitled

Are we not
GodS?
You are the root
Of my flesh
I'll make in your blood my blood
(he'll crop the land
With eager perspicuous grating
)
And mark it with his hands he who is the seed of my strenuous metting
Of yours and i's
Of ours
He's
A


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Author: PK Wakefield
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Date: 07/04/2020

1210290

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Jeg savner folk
Som jeg aldrig skulle havde ladet røre mig
Folk som har ridset deres navn
I mit hjerte
Og brændt sig fast
Sammen med lugten af sød parfume
Og mit hjerte føltes tungt
Med vægten af folk der sagde farvel
Og dem der aldrig gjorde
Når jeg ser dit ansigt
Skriger jeg
Med på et utal af kærlighedssange
Som alle har ulykkelige slutninger


untitled.

Author: anonym
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Date: 07/04/2020

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