Poetry, lyrics

Poetry, lyrics

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  • Prompt: Bulgarian lesson Drunker than the black wine of someone else's gaze, to me for harmony - she, but she doesn’t need it. I need a step to freedom, and passed by it, it is extreme in cases, I am only in kind. She is faithful in declinations, I am in accents So let's drink dark wine - until enlightenment! Let's look for bitter blackness, to radiate the event needs me (and you!), to happen. And isn't it my fault? what didn't happen and isn't it my fault? Did not work out. And isn't it my fault? did not make a cry: az te obicham, I love, az te obicham! Move inside me balls of bliss, a lump comes to the throat - sign of perfection, say quietly: zhanym*, az te obicham. Give me your hand We have such a custom... --- * “zhanym” – my soul love, peace, tendress
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