Emilycalancea
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On a Friday On a Friday, I was crucified By deciding to depart home Now it’s Monday — my soul’s breaking apart I’m the scapegoat of sinful Salome. On a Friday, Flagellation happened But not on the place of the skull, On my own tremendous ambitions, ... – *by Lia Calancea*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Please, My Angel, Come Home Please, my granny, come here Too afflicted is the wind outside I am sad because you’re not near The Sun emanates no more light. Please, my granny, come here The world has become even worse The night has unfurled the fear The time no more... – *by Lia Calancea*	4 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

On a Friday, I was crucified
By deciding to depart home
Now it’s Monday — my soul’s breaking apart
I’m the scapegoat of sinful Salome.

On a Friday, Flagellation happened
But not on the place of the skull,
On my own tremendous ambitions,
...

– by Lia Calancea

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Please, My Angel, Come Home

Please, my granny, come here
Too afflicted is the wind outside
I am sad because you’re not near
The Sun emanates no more light.

Please, my granny, come here
The world has become even worse
The night has unfurled the fear
The time no more...

– by Lia Calancea

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