When the lie becomes a Promise
my clouds frowns.
It's like a Spit in my brain.
Drop by drop I'm starting to drizzle.
Suddenly, misty, stormy rain falls.
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Kiša za čast
Kada laž postane obećanje
oblaci mi se namršte.
To je kao da mi pljuju u mozak.
Kap po kap počinjem da rominjam.
Odjednom, pada maglovita, olujna kiša.
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