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| | | | | prev | | next | | | "so" by Bohdan Yuri so, ...there was a war.your great grandfatherskilled my great grandfathers.my grandfatherskilled your grandfathers.your fatherkilled my father. | | | | "preface to sail" by Bohdan Yuri kiss me, gentle mist on fog’s grey skin.spray your perfume, salty sweet,that I may lose my bitter tinge.mellow me, soft cotton without a fringe.sprinkle your breath, comfort me,that I may she | | | | "set aside" by Bohdan Yuri harbor not some old remorse, most left unfolded,harshly cast behind some unconscious holding,not those distant tales of long lost yearnings,or mistakes that come on heart’s reemerging.set side what | |
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| | | "chaos" by Bohdan Yuri from the chaos within, life forms its hope,until heart and soul open birth,inside a kaleidoscope.and the shifting sands will bury your soulwith veiled shadows that hidethe heavenly glow. | | | | "feet" by Bohdan Yuri stick your feet up in the airwhen lying on that beachy lair.don’t forget that while you tanyour soles are left without a plan. | | | | "a fast" by Bohdan Yuri cosmic order, young or old,eternal life shed from bright,move along on stilted visions,swiftly set our hearts afire.speck our path, give us quarrel,make us guess | | | | "the message" by Bohdan Yuri
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| | | | "At the End of the Last Road" by Bohdan Yuri At the end of the last road we’ll ever take,Darkness stood silent, and opened the door;I stepped inside this aberrant house. Blood seeped into the grey stone walls, A broken child | | | | "I'm running" by Bohdan Yuri I’m running for the office.Then let me buy you lunch. Okay...So, …I can help you win,If you’ll help me sin.How?Wel | | | prev | | next | | |
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