Sorry about that I lately spam this blog with my crappy poems, but nowdays I just feel like writing them, while on the move. They usually reflect my mood, and they are incomprehensive, whatever that means. So readers, beware!
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You!
Gently curved body, every inch of perfection
Not a point out of shape
Open in mind, round at bottom
Ebracing the world with two arms
Taking in everything freely
Sometimes trailing behind, but always smiling
Looking unstable, but never falling over
Standing steadily beside
Y and o,
It's U!
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Spiited away
When You are dead, everything is still
You don't appreciate the pigeon on the windowsill
Not reading anymore news and fictons
Someone better cancel those nasty subscriptions
Not again spilling milk while filling the cup
By this, even the cat will notice that something is up
You won't anymore kiss my forehead
Good, 'cause I would freak out at a kiss from a dead
And You won't be reading this poem ever
Fortunately, because if You did,
You would probably haunt me as a ghost forever!
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