… grow up and blow away …

    People are puppets, held together with string. There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him,                                                                             as he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in. Time and again boys are raised to be men: impatient they start, fearful at end. But here was a man mourning tomorrow. He drank, but…

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— ne voLim —- voLim da ti kazem nesto —- nesto lijepO …

Ne volim ljude … ljude koji samo pricaju o ljubavi ….. o ljubavi izgubljenoj u nekoj nepoznatoj ulici ……. nepoznatoj ulici u kojoj sam upoznala tugu …… tugu koja se ljieci vremenom ….. vremenom koje gubim misleci o tebi …. o tebi zaboravljajuci sebe …. sebe koju ne poznajem toliko koliko sam mislila …. koliko sam mislila…

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