📚 POETRY of MY UNFINISHED LOVES (2019)📖
🌿 ✍ Ripped from the womb of the universe
not crying
Heads on springs
spinning around the neck
squeaking with kisses
Gods wearing masks
Wrinkled hands
Ruffled stockings
Red and white, dry and suffering.
🌿 ✍ Ripped from the womb of the universe
not crying
Heads on springs
spinning around the neck
squeaking with kisses
Gods wearing masks
Wrinkled hands
Ruffled stockings
Red and white, dry and suffering.
He won't have any comfort
from the girl:
whispering the old one
with screws on my head
from the girl:
whispering the old one
with screws on my head
Colorful stained glass
People with crosses on their humps
Crosses with people on chains
Enchanted
they wash off my forehead
sin? conception?
People with crosses on their humps
Crosses with people on chains
Enchanted
they wash off my forehead
sin? conception?
What name will we give her?
Pagan so she has a choice.
Pagan so she has a choice.
Warm breasts of women
Silver brooches by the jacket
I used to be here
I had wings and my own birds
Stars with gold and pink cradle
Flying carpets on the beater
Silver brooches by the jacket
I used to be here
I had wings and my own birds
Stars with gold and pink cradle
Flying carpets on the beater
Don't worry, Jozek
the next one will be the boy
A man looks at me with a smile
handing the swallow from the newspaper
And I already have God-Father
My eyes are greening
I'll stay here💗 💞 💖 🥀
the next one will be the boy
A man looks at me with a smile
handing the swallow from the newspaper
And I already have God-Father
My eyes are greening
I'll stay here💗 💞 💖 🥀
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