Poems from tlazovski

Frustration, anger,despair, sadness. Want to stop!It stopped. At what cost?
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub,ever present, times notedUntil it is gone.
Full moon is gleaming.Yet, in all the city lightsit is just glooming.
Sun is rising up,bright and warm rays are blinding.Distant mist lingers.
Vast scorching wasteland,no life can be seen in sight.Livelier than me.

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