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When your life is over,
You are placed
Before a court,
So that it decides
Your fate in the afterlife.
Each of days
Starts with a long queue of shadows.
They stand before me in fear
Of losing their freedom
And going to hell.
I entitle them
To joy of suffering,
And define their
Posthumous future.
It's another part
Of a labyrinth
That I go through.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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