Sunday, October 4, 2020

Matryoshka - All Her Poemsii Have Nausea Comments

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Ayy wind, please, don't blow it
Please don't go, by breaking my hair and soul.
My existence is frozen, it's like an obscure statue
My self is on the run for years..
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