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Daily short poem

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Take me to the place where the pain is far away
To the place when I wake up and I don’t wish I was dead
In the magic place where you and me are alone for as long as we want to be
Everything that I said I do
Got lost inside of me
And the world did not spin around me
After this day goes by and the stars start to shine
I will take myself to the place we talked about
The emotions are mixed in my heart and in my head
But after I go to bed , I won’t wake up wishing I was dead
I will wake up wishing I’ll live forever.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Rain and Wind

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Srdjan Solkotovic

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Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
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