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Past (Lyric) by Dostoyevsky

An empty cup with no bottom, In an dusty room, lies her empty soul, Like a solitary apple thats rotten, And me the lowly maggot hole, Finally, slowly the bell tolls the time, And a peasant sits with his heart in tatters, Humming, lost to the towers chime, The infinte illusion shatters, Random images and thoughts in a fractal pattern, Emotions revolving like colours in a wheel, Thinking of my moon, my saturn, The one that dosn't feel, She, the empty cup, the room, illusion, Is real to me, the impetious youth, That i made her fit my delusion, I cower from this hidden truth,

Dostoyevsky 8-Feb-03/3:21 PM
I cnat answer those questions cause the situation in real life is not resolved, but thankyou verym uch for your comment, i think they are really good points and i will take them into consideration, i need ot get closer ot my subject to understnad her more, oh and im the peasant, this is my odd attempt at a love poem, hehhehhe i need help




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