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sunnuntai 22. helmikuuta 2015

Hearts caller

Hearts caller
I'm just such a
the hearts of the caller,
my words gentle
shut up, or fight
I cut the Daughter of grain.
jingle of words
the tempo of the dance, but
the rhythm. chink
echoes of humanity,
along the fields
hard shoulder.
The World monitors
impatient
the edges. send to
chord, the sentence
knock
arctic snow fences.

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