I will be settled in the imagination,
I will be hummed in the gathering of poetry...
I will be smelled like the first buds,
...
Today,20th February, I turn twenty,
Yet joy feels like a distant memory.
Two decades lost in love and pain,
In silent cries, in endless rain.
...
When my torturer blindfolded me,
Then my admirer sighed and prayed.
When it was not possible to talk;
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