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THE FALSE PROPHETS OF LIFEA Poem by Tasi83Right now, my friends, we are still in such a situation that the deliberately manipulable GDP yield per capita - if it still exists at all, and it doe.. |
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YEARS OF GLADEA Poem by Tasi83Everyone knows by now: Mouse nibbling pulverizes the brain, reason, and culture, and every shrill, shrill sneaking around becomes unfathomable in the .. |
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Mass-Man Mania's mazeA Poem by Tasi83It is as if, as a intended intention, it was constantly going on, and even the stupidity of the free-thought minds is to be held; Now, beyond the worl.. |
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LOSS OF LIFEA Poem by Tasi83Now it is resounding again, the spit-out, wild brutal romanticism, which is what many brainwashed, nameless persona-CDs, pay-as-you-go kurafi call it,.. |
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Split rainbows on the edge of the earthA Poem by Tasi83It may only be for three days if the so -called. It is a proverb that the hourglass was disturbed and the pets liked to be petty. The credible sentenc.. |
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Manipulation and mental strength tests in our ageA Poem by Tasi83Ourselves should simply be comforted, perhaps crystal clear throughout a living life; Our committed, stupid, yet human, petty mistakes are warning, un.. |
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Witches' Way bends into the NothingA Poem by Tasi83Many times you need adolescent, naive-kids, and you can say that they can understand better. You are already knocking on tiny cobblestone stones in yo.. |
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EAVESA Poem by Tasi83Now you're deep in the thin pickle, when and where is the grand finale left?! In the middle of a person's life is the profound nothingness. It is a li.. |
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Crossing shadows halfwayA Poem by Tasi83You seem to be constantly lying to yourself, you cosmetics your petty, compounding little style by not wanting to admit it and you have a big deal. Yo.. |
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Social priamis, blind dipotriesA Poem by Tasi83As if they were rushed to be aimlessly between the puppets that were made; We need to change digital identifiers with false fingerprints to find us un.. |
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Fading memory-anatomyA Poem by Tasi83The staying, serious, silent silent silence, which is perhaps more important than the universe; It adheres to the instinct wall of molecules, blood ve.. |
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Spleen, abandoned mole depthsA Poem by Tasi83Now I know, and I feel more and more that I need to go alone; Inside, it trembles, like a tamed poplar leaf of the human soul, the voice of the happy-.. |
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How to raise flower petals instead of mushroom clo..A Poem by Tasi83It would be good to face at least a few times on the bumpy, predictable paths of life, with a pale, two-color sunlight, when a hearty, plate-namous lo.. |
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Age of Cracks: Chronicle of the Bright SoulsA Poem by Tasi83Nowadays, those who are tough in tough destinies, as if they had become slippers, who had to kiss their legs and asses, because - secretly - they know.. |
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I'd hate me tooA Poem by Acerous LeeRaw and unfiltered confessional piece that talks about personal trauma, identity struggles, and emotional turbulence. It unpacks childhood alienation,.. |
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THEATRE OF FAILURESA Poem by Tasi83I try to question myself from a crook, well depths of self-marking, as with the only real crime of crime; that it exists and still wants to prosper. I.. |
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Hanging tree performance dreamsA Poem by Tasi83He was deeply concerned about this step -by -step, apocalyptic earth order. Invisible, infectious, circling atomic jets are pregnant fruits and vegeta.. |
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LITTLE BARGAINING PITCHESA Poem by Tasi83I must say, unfortunately, sooner or later, the majority of people involuntarily engage in petty, pathetic bargaining positions; at first he only lend.. |
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Modernist meat grinderA Poem by Tasi83Nowadays, modernization and the rate of development are intentional and at all times; It fells or just caught, spinning - falls out again as a black m.. |
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IN THE CAGES OF THE LUNAR ORBITSA Poem by Tasi83Beneath the pressure of our feet lie more and more sacrificial heads, once known to us as gods, then when they have become surplus, soul-wrecks, we ha.. |