yours but ,
i'm everywhere
in the wind ...
Weep,
Like a bird
Be your own
madness.,
words hidden in me ,
i become crazy -
without them .
my blue shouted ?
why i exist in it ?!
warm of my fear ,
it felt dark .
- A. A. Popovici,
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