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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!