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Men are no longer men and women are demons

A lost battle of genders
Society, the winner

We stab our own hearts
With old rusted knives

We drink from full cups of blood
And wash or thoughts in wine

We crawl on our knees
And beg for warm sheets

We rest our heads
On cold aubergine hands

And right down in tears
We drown those few dreams

Love, I wish you’d said “please”.

Après

lock

Men are no longer men and women are demons

A lost battle of genders
Society, the winner

We stab our own hearts
With old rusted knives

We drink from full cups of blood
And wash or thoughts in wine

We crawl on our knees
And beg for warm sheets

We rest our heads
On cold aubergine hands

And right down in tears
We drown those few dreams

Love, I wish you’d said “please”.

Georgiana Bularca

Georgiana Bularca

I passionately like and dislike all opposite things at the same time.

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