Anastasia Lodge
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Girl who likes to write and describe what's going on in her head.
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Keys
They say silence is a sign of consent, but I doubt and do not want to believe in another death because of me. And silence kills, because the most difficult thing in it is silence. She crushes and crushes a person. The only sound heard in the silence is the cry of the man himself. Such a painful pause for all souls, because each of them screams about his own: someone about failure, another about betrayal and disappointment, and the third about guilt - guilt in everything around. The difficulty is that it is almost impossible to understand a closed person, because he himself does not want to open the door with his own key.
By Anastasia Lodge12 months ago in Poets
Chemistry class
She comes every day at the same time. All so beautiful, like an orchid, and how prickly, like a rose. And I began to come earlier, I do not remember how many days, weeks, or perhaps flew through two months. She takes time, but I don't mind. Time is glitter. It sticks to a person and he becomes, probably, addicted. Sequins shimmer on the body, and you are spellbound. A sentence of love, but only for a while.
By Anastasia Lodge12 months ago in Fiction
Lilac Love
I see off a hot summer, a rainy autumn passes by, and, like a heavy downpour, a frosty winter flies by, and the lilac is still standing in my cracked old vase. Does not fade, does not fall, does not even bloom. It stands in the "nine-month water", without complaining or reproaching. I can hear how she laughs, how she laughs quietly, shedding tears at the same time, when I cannot find a flower with five petals to make a cherished wish. She always says that she wants the sea... from lilac, from her friends: white and burgundy. She is definitely bored here alone. Sad and dreary.
By Anastasia Lodge12 months ago in Fiction
