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And when melancholy starts to seep deep into your bones, when the yearning for love digs into your flesh like a silent hunger, that's when you know - ..
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From the cliffs by the Narew,
Golden horns stand watch,
With their beauty and grandeur,
Your streets they mark.
Where the sky’s vast dome
I..
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Devoid of the Last Traces of CalmThe final remnants of peace slip away,The last quiet moments, now led astray.Sweat upon my neck, thoughts flood like ..
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A cigarette rests between my fingers
I sit alone - the hush of night, the frost-lit lamps
enfold me like a shroud of quiet grief.
I gaze, hollow-..
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