Miroslava Odalovic Poems

giggilly google me not
could it just make me laugh
which is good so good I almost forgot
what it makes a good old start
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an ooopsy do burst
of a liquid heart
body soul art
streams screaming
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Into a colour lit night
Her dresses white hands transparent
A through thought penetrate glitter of the glass
Her colours were made of the white washed walls
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Don’t bitter teeth bite
A stammering heart
And don’t cruel shut
An open bud soul
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it has been hanging for too many days
whose hand clocked hours slapped the face of earth
the pieces got the prizes
the prizes sliced the honours
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There is so easily cast
By lips made of so human flesh
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beat accord the tune to the music
beat pulse the pulse sounds to the rhythm
skate on an ice age knives cutting through
the frozen winters snowpledge
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Down the streams of passion I sighed
Thrown in your arms so strong I squatted
Born in your kiss I timelessly died
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mastered
meterorized
star dust falling down
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if someone forgets you
you will be forgotten
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