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I'm sitting at the police station
I am writing a statement: find the killer of love.
Find him and whoever he is
I know that he was coming.
A black clot on my precious night
He watched, he was a star,
And he hung on the railing.
How was rustling, was rustling
On all balconies linen
Drying, it was so afraid of rain.
Find and whoever he is
Bring her back
Return my essence and heaviness to me.

Aleksandra Polyakova

Friday, August 16, 2019

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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A B Faniki 17 August 2019

Intriguing poem I enjoy reading it and like the little image that made the whole poem. Cheers

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Dr Antony Theodore 16 August 2019

find the killer of love. Find him and whoever he is I know that he was coming. Return my essence to me. wonderful expressions.. thank u dear poetess. tony

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