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sunnuntai 1. maaliskuuta 2015

Each morning

Each morning translate
the magazine of the new book
of life. I words
Dancing with, but, as long
until I am wearing
-white scrim
and the less blessed in the chest.

Love it is no longer
here with me.
I am at the
ballet dancer on slippery ice.
Yet writing weather, the weather.
I stay far away from you,
I walk away from you at a distance.

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