Marton Dezso - Blame

is it the pen
that I can not write
or is that the paper?

is my mouth getting smaller
or just my words
are getting greater?

is it my heart
that I can not love
or was that my creator?

he who at the same time
made me to a servant
and betrayer

Marton Dezso

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