Allow Me to Spit

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Allow Me to Spit

A Conversation With the Sense
Glass Wave
Allow Me to Spit
Chewers of Time
Prostitution
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The world is falling apart
in a thoughtless, helpless tumble
they come out eternal, with broken legs
new experiences for old births
for beauty and poverty in the tireless orbit
A black spot ruins the world
having not lived fully, it rolls
In the small ads sunshine is being sold.

AuthorLidija V. Kekenovska
2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments