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27 августа 2025 г., 20:45
[RUMI]
what's here to love?
a frail and empty shell,
deprived of meaning, covered in scars and
to show it is a reckless act of arson.
/the only way is hiding it in shame,
but now I feel like setting it on fire/
my crown of gold is shattered, nothing matters;
I keep on tracing same familiar patterns
and witness violet flames of my empire.
/I never thought I'd be its downfall/
[TOGETHER]
my voice is sealed, I'm nothing more than demon,
no hope of healing, cannot even dream on,
it's so much worse than ever been before...
[JINU]
...now come,
let's put us out of this misery.
I know your pain, and though it can't be fixed,
it's over once it seizes to exist.
we are the same — just two self-loathing prisoners,
two grave mistakes, but look how our debris
repair the damage that our souls tell of.
now tell me, Rumi,
what's here not to love?..
the past feels weightless.
we are finally free.
