I Am Still Young

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I Am Still Young

Beyond repair
Soon Enough
I am still young
I am still young, my love
The bus crawls
Memories hang inside me
I level the grave
People gather around him

I am still young,
I can still put up with
dozens of bodies clinging tight on buses.
I’ve got good bones,
my breasts, both firm and supple,
can still put up with being crushed.

AuthorDenisa Duran
2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments