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Comments about Giedrius Koncius
Kiss The Book
To: mis Asta Klimkaite
As a book you can read a face of my,
Just, again, as always don’t pass me by.
My lips as desert are dry greatly,
You can open them plainly
And see how I yarn to sip
The nectar of your lip.
UNFORTUNATE BOOK EATER
When did you last time take a book
with both palms and kissed it?
And I am a walking manual and poetry collection.
Only official, formal and fictionary styles
flow through my speech implements:
“All flowers turn their blossoms to you as if sun’s light
And with a handful you ...