Gimme Your Power, Droga.
2011
I am longing for disturbing evening
Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping
Lost boy with lost path
Dying in the hands of wrath
I am longing for Your existance
But no one comes over
Except you the lost one like me
You're not Imogen
The one I need most.
Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo
Selected Poems 1999 - 2002
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