Maciej Drzymala Poems

I kissed the justice without emotion,
burned it in the ground with a past devotion,
and my old notion drifts endlessly in the ocean,
swaying and shaking my everyday motion.
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A stranger,
crawls into the forgotten city,
his dull world destroyed, only dust
on his hopeless face reflects pure flawless lillies.
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Now she is lying in a big white bed,
Holding carnation which is red,
Listening and humming softly Adele,
Crying over a "Remedy" song as well.
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