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You had me stuck between the "if's",
accepting doubts as generous gifts.
In and out of "Lost and Found",
when was it that you truly drowned?
For unknown reason
you had me convicted of treason.
The trust I put in your being
was long gone, I saw it fleeing.
Standing on the verge of anguish
spirit wavering in languish.
You sparked the hope in me anew,
too late to call the rescue crew.
Round and round the ferris wheel,
getting off was still unreal.
This time we made a brand new deal
to never let our bruises heal.
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Värvitud sinised linnud
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...
