dien

woodenmagician

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Drooling

Seven floors of thousand

Pages are everywhere,

Here and there —

Life and death stories land.

Eternal being is not enough

Get to know them all.

Dramas, comedies, love...

Pages included stories of all.

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Chicken ⭐

The story begins from me

Being late that day,

Being late again for an hour

And one more time again

In another summer.

You were cursing at me

On Twitter, on call

And I deserved I know.

I'm still sorry though.

We never were

that close friends

And still knew inner things

of each other.

Discussing books,

Drinking coffee,

sharing thoughts

Of leaving our city

Thus, we did.

And met again

I was in time already.

Still not friends

that close

And still share those

inner thoughts,

Still discussing books

On the shelves of coffeeshops.

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Sorcery

The little boy made me wizard.

Once he asked if I knew

what was on his mind.

'Chocolate?' I guessed

Thinking of a content in my pocket.

He was over surprised and said 'yes'.

I asked him close his eyes

Opening them he exclimed

"You're a wizard, I always knew!"

Was I?

Since I used to walk around

green, red and 'our' shops.

Wander between shelves,

Looking for some toy, candy,

Stationary to make some magic,

Thinking of a little boy

In the doorway as he was thinking

I'm a wizard.

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Roasted

It's meant to be baked.

It truly never was.

Cupcakes.

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Tranquil

Fawn coloured blocks

One two three. It's fall.

Clouds are getting darker

Out of the window.

Pink palace on the screen

Opening episode is going on

Lights are turned on

It's nice and warm at home.

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Poisonous

I love the way you smoke

I told you

You said your broken heart

was the origin

As is the reason of mine

This noon

Cause of you.

You still ask

If I'm fine

I type I'm

If I'm not

What business is it of yours

Now?

I'm fine

Because of wine

Though it's only breakfast time

It's the silent rebel of mine.

I'm drowning

Getting high

Searching for you

in a flowing smoke

I'm thinking

I still need you.

But what business is it of yours

Now?

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'He is so cool' I thought

When I first met him that night.

I fell in love with the way he danced,

He felt so good that made him even out of sight

And it was kind of love at first sight,

That I couldn't even fall asleep that night.

Our dialogue had been running through on my mind.

A few days past since we met.

It seemed time has stopped.

And here is the party where I am

Where you are late a bit,

Where you sit next to me,

Where you talk to me again.

'Let's go somewhere else' you typed then.

Wandering bars,

Rides in a bus,

Talks about art and us,

Night city lights -

Seems like a vision, like a dream does.

'It went too much I'm sorry.' Unfortunately,

That was the alarm's ringtone

And I woke up.

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When writing a novel, that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.

Neil Gaiman