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Poetry of time
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Your feather – instruments for a life Builds and breaks illusions Your style – eats into a brain Introduces order in feelings. Your feather pierces lie Your feather breaks ideals Target in heart you pierce soul Having wounded soul – you rescue heart Anacephal – poetry of time of an outcome Anacephal – the poet with the instrument in hands Anacephal – the feather pierces soul Anacephal – he renders scars to ignoramuses! The dark genius of clean words Destroying shapes, showing the truth. Deforming that has already been deformed. Words which will not burn down. The true is buried at heart Tomb of our feelings Your words waken in a life The poetry tears a life to parts! Anacephal – poetry of time of an outcome Anacephal – the poet with the instrument in hands Anacephal – the feather pierces soul Anacephal – he renders scars to ignoramuses!