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Ones would leave me through the ages.
Others calling back.
You should stay in yellow pages
due to my bad luck.
Voices screaming through the speakers -
all your treating bands.
I became a silent singer
of your consiquence.
You'll draw me as I rise up
and become my faith.
No alarms and no surprises
in my wonderland.
Keep the distance. Move me slowly.
Feed my mind and crack.
Don't you see? My skin still crawling
hoping you to back...
(A.B.25.04.18)
#poetryonthewaveoflife
Draw me
© Copyright: Александр Брацун, 2018
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