Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
26.12.2025
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Eyes: White-Holes
Before you scrape
and erase their marks
when I do read
few letters stick
on your lips
How, I do flow!
in the moist layers
with conscious mind of
some other space
and within no moment
I sink in eyes...
for ages... for lives
going to die
coming to life...
.....
When i return...
coffee is served!
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