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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2014-10-24 | |
How we stood like two lonely trees,
moving my hands â€“ gesticulating,
bathing words in my own halo,
I narrated my entire love story.
Was there anything else left to say?
You listened, you understood Iâ€™d burned
all the fuel Iâ€™d had in my soul,
and other brushwood
I just canâ€™t borrow anymore.
From the enlightened little stove
from the blaze of its flames,
I have nothing left.
In my house â€“ only a sack of sadness,
chests full of sealed illusions,
clocks with broken springs,
yellowed diplomas, photographs
with faces no longer recognizedâ€¦
But above all â€“ a holy enlightenment!
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