Igor Wolfson

Rookie (26.12.1989)

Therapy - Poem by Igor Wolfson

Come here, rain.
Erase me. Try.
What death is for, if we can't die...?

Come here, human being.
Don't be shy.
I'll show you how I'm going mad... and why...


Comments about Therapy by Igor Wolfson

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/9/2014 12:49:00 PM)

    Hmmm....an interesting little write! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, May 9, 2014


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