A starstruck dream
That slowly turns into reality,
A rush of blood to the head
During the rush hour.
A starstruck incense-reeking trip
Into the depth of your soul,
Interrupted by a fight in which
My colleague is hurt.
A starstruck deluge of hypocrisy
Is the only thing that could help me survive
Because no one is right
In the times of chaos.
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Марина Чиянова
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