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macar acum ca iar mi-ai scris si ca ptsd-ul kicked in pot sa scriu iar poezii pentru revista scolii mersi frumos chiar nu era nevoie si tu sa ai grija de tine

@Catrchy 
          
          gern geschehen

my tea is cold and socks are ripped,
          i forgot how it really kicked;
          
          the spring's winds blow into my room
          only freezing decay and ebb;
          
          the mirror's broken, but so are you,
          the plants are withered and dry;
          
          my spring, my dear spring;
          
          you ripped my books apart,
          my Indies and Asia too;
          
          though my piano is untouched,
          for you've always liked the sound,
          i'll leave the dusted keys to rot,
          melt off my bones like skin and bluff;
          
          believe me, i have really tried to clean myself and wash this out,
          i have asked my mockingbirds,
          i have asked my swifts
          to bathe into the colden rays,
          but your heart does not speak;
          
          my soul feels heavy, full entangled,
          for you can't hear the songbirds.
          
          - for the hummingbirds

am făcut din elasticul de par o forma de musca de musca și mama mi-a spus că e singurul lucru productiv pe care l-am făcut toată săptămâna

mulțumesc. 

merci de listare 

mulțumesc. 

ochi blonzi și păr albastru

mulțumesc. 

oChI bLoNzI șI pĂr GrI.