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20507587 1410815065640170 5894149254807899741 o 300x275 My poems
Where does it go?…
Washing the bones
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    We often believe in what is not

    We often believe in things that aren't there. We accept wishful thinking. We believe that we can change, improve, save what is going to hell with incredible speed. We endow loved ones with no...

    You can wait a long time.

    You can wait a long time. You can live in illusions. You can dissolve, lose yourself, get exhausted. You can spend your life knocking on closed doors... Years pass... There are doors that ...

    ...They were too proud.

    ...They were too proud. And they loved themselves very much. And even being close by, they created the appearance of indifference to each other, small, but easily perceptible. And they were t...

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