Antiespresso Poem by Selenaru Negrea

Antiespresso



my forgotten blank body lies on the floor. my thoughts are bleeding from it; i can't know how green, how acid, how radioactive they are.

(25 July 2008)

Friday, July 25, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,green,july,lies
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Selenaru Negrea

Selenaru Negrea

Constanta, Romania
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