another time of being so blamedanother way of feeling so ashamed
another one tired of telling i am sorry
another poison feeding one's memory...
another moment of being alone
another angel dying of sorrow
another lover dumped on the road...
another story???
it's the same story that never ends
same time... same faces
same place... same memories
burnt in a single same way...
same poet dead instead of my soul.
o postare mai veche:) si singura poezie in engleza:)
*dying, burnt
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