Poem, poems, poetry

20 century is over now, thank heavens

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My grandma was a little bit possessed by the aristocratic madness

Love is a mistake

You lose your resolve, woman

He is not a god, and you are not a bird

You will go straight to well with your nirvana

They don’t want it

They like concrete

I really need to get myself some piano

Oh, Sappho and romantics

Stop strangling me in the sleep

Incubus

You dreamers

All your opium love spelled dreams

Are suffocating

Killing babies in their sleep at night for their selfish lovers

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