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Cikk Közösségek Pályazat Esszé Multimédia Személyese Vers Sajt? Próza _QUOTE Forgatókönyv Speciáli | ||||||
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The orange is orange because God was orange when He made the orange orange
because I felt orange looking at the orange peel of the orange come off because my hands become orange with the orange juice of the orange staining them And my tongue got entangled in orange taste the world was orange and young too orange to be born, to bloom or to perish and the Painter painted happiness in shades of orange casting the orange spell over the squalid nature of progress because orange paint flows through his veins and mine The reason why his wrists are covered with orange bandages – a desire that never did come orange-true and mine Breaking his back to make an orange-like heaven and my name when I wasn’t there, if I had a better view neither was the heaven only the orange road was walking on me alone. And he wished for an orange-shaped orange world to make it his own not mine. And taste it. Then, it dawned on me: I hate bright colours.
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Az irodalom, kultúra és vers háza. Írj és élvezd a cikkeket, esszéket, prózát, klasszihus verseket és versenyeket | ![]() | |||||||
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