Poetry about seconds, and the passage of seconds and minutes of life and waiting

Lyrics of seconds

Waiting for what time you are sitting on the grass is not bear baby

You must account for every forgotten second

Do not be careful that the same stubborn watch will bite your sharpening hands

And my passion breaks down into termite components

And it takes your eyes, like the old dumbbell

Fill in the moldy album.

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The feeling and the present all the seconds poured together

The craving of a relationship with the margins was poured together

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think about me

before sleep

In the moment of revelation

In the last seconds of vigilance

Let the butterfly sitting on your shoulder

The perfume of my hair breathes me

Beyond the borders

Between us
Poetry about sleep

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I'm used to measuring the distance in seconds.

Sometimes the air delights become so heavy!

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We have to believe

Loneliness

Not the bitterest blunder,

There are even worse things.

Tired days

You are old in the privacy of your home ...

And years

That's seconds to the past.

new

We just get it

That lonely

Not the bitterest blunder,

There are even worse things:

Late arrival!

Late arrival

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An Apple

At the time of the lattice of Zabaybil

Kisses

Sensation resembling objects strangling

It goes through the eyelids.

Between the tree and the green seconds

Repeat Azure

Blessed with words

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Wait a second

Do not go from me and my eyes, forever to the side of the road

Come sit down beside me, there's still room for you ...
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