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Слушать(AI)A friend
Are you still my friend?
I never knew
Life could turn into a long
Examination
For both of us,
And sometimes we would mention
Answers which unfortunately don't
Correlate.
Yesterday it was too late,
I made a call
And you pretended not to know me.
Hey!
Do you approve it when the others act this way?
Remember our flea markets, time cafes,
Rules of a thumb and nights of gold...
I still work on the beauty I used to behold
Before alll the disasters. I'd prefer
Our friendship to last,
Don't change your number,
I'll come in handy soon
And my fundumental knowledge will fly above you
Like a colourful balloon.
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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