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To you

Forced into action, I built a private ark.
I hid in it all the time of my prime.
And understanding those, who hate me:
Usurpers of my creativeness - drunks
- writers of God's grace, I show a symbol of compassion
- an erect middle finger of my poetic hand.

I do not care about the conspiracy of silence, I break the whisper
and in the essence of the word I carry it all to the world:
love, truth, hope.....
And these distracted, serious or trivial verses,
which look upon you with their hidden sadness.

 
 

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