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This was my adaptation of a friend's poem of the same name.
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We created our own happiness,Waving colorful flags,Drinking light with our eyes,Pulsating sounds with our fingers.We created our own happiness,Blissfu..
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The tardy train passing me by,Sliding over the clunky bridge,The smell of ice far from the east,Brought by the wind from the Carpathian ridge.Floating..
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A grim observance of my home city. * WORK IN PROGRESS
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I was sitting in the sand,Drawing circles with my hand,A sparrow told me you were dead,I was glad, I was glad.I was dancing on your grave,Listening to..
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