Bleeding over you
These times can hurtBut so do you
A thorn in my heart
A sword in my side
You said you would catch me
I found out you lied
Bleeding over you
These times can hurtIn 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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