I BROUGHT MY HEART TO A STREET FIGHT
by using both tooth and nail
you had a slight edge on the fight
it left me more critical than stable
when you scratched out my heart not my eyes
I BROUGHT MY HEART TO A STREET FIGHT
by using both tooth and nail
you had a slight edge on the fight
it left me more critical than stable
when you scratched out my heart not my eyes
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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