A not-so-structured poem.
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I want you to teach me
how to be myself
since the insecurities I hide
have flooded the shelf.
How come I can't take a step forward
without looking back again?
Still stuck in the foreword of my book
- the words I seem to detain.
I judge, I hide
I make mistakes
yet again I hit the brakes.
When will I be bold enough
to call my own bluff?
Let this weary wave wash away,
breathe in a new kind of morality play.
Take a step, take two
I'll make a soldier out of you.
So that lessons spent on me
will reactivate the shell like LSD.
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PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
