Panicgrass And Feverfew Poem by Selenaru Negrea

Panicgrass And Feverfew



helicopters are swimming through the air
and i can smell their vibration.
when the grass is panicked,
i feel thirsty.

i can't breathe
where do I find air?
when will I be floating
amongst the dead alligators
and the oxygen molecules? ...

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Selenaru Negrea

Selenaru Negrea

Constanta, Romania
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