I fell in a place,
Where markers were drawn-
To seal the end.
Yet I was told that I had to erase,
What was written-
For I knew,
I had nothing to waste.
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PoezjaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
waste.
I fell in a place,
Where markers were drawn-
To seal the end.
Yet I was told that I had to erase,
What was written-
For I knew,
I had nothing to waste.
