Liza Sud Poems

I’ve got an emotional trauma:
Forgot to lock up the cabinets.
Forgive me please, I implore you.
By grace you will sooth this wound.
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I'm not afraid if you send me to woods,
You are so tender, my Natasha!
I as a kitten snuggle up to you,
My neck and back make flextures out of passion.
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If my poems are gold -
then let's buy an airplane.
If you are so cold -
I will warm you, Daniel!
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As prophet Isaiah warned them,
in his letters - said Apostle Paul:
That alive in Heaven I will burn them  -
by the spiritual fire - not on earth!
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What idiots you are!
 you came here to excite!
And now I learn from Vanechka
 how poems to write!
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He touched me in bus from a school camp,
In kitchen he....ucked me in ass,
He gave me to suck in armchair,
He came when I washed in the bath.
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Wanted to see an angel –
But you didn’t match.
You caught me in your net –
I escaped from clutch.
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A dark room in Venice.
Wagner in chair in a black coat.
He feels the blessing,
merging of notes and words.
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I wrote to you 20 poems,
But didn’t send them to you,
Because you will make a bomb of them,
It will make me mad and I'll swoon.
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How would I survive
If someone didn’t like me?
If someone doesn’t like you –
You are away from Christ.
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