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tiistai 20. tammikuuta 2015

Personally




Broken fragments
those are the years
parts glued together,
not broken
not properly intact.

Personally
always learning new things,
morning I write a poem
always before six.

I have inside me
hot embers
overlap. ignites
one of them, or turn off the embers,
and carbon pile, After ice?

What is the fate of the
the woman, stubborn,
and lonely?

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