Poetry - Martina Danielova

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Thursday, 24 October 2013

Devoted

Like is my heart beating
Hopeless and swollen
I am devoting it to you

Like is my heart beating
you reminded me of a laugh
of my children unborn

Like my heart is beating
I am rubbish in slavery
of any kind

bur in every battle with myself
I am always on your side.












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