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Стихотворение - "Я раним", от 12.12.2021
Стихи, песни, проза
I am wounded.
And no, I'm not about physics,
I'm not about running away in tears,
Hitting the bedside table with my right pinky.
No, I wasn't beaten.
They didn't let me feel the taste of blood.
I'm just wounded like a child,
Who instead of a cake,…