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Dec 2013
"dark green rose higher"

you were careless with the door,
     not knowing it will close
you stabbed it repeatedly
lust was pouring
like melted glass

your face turned into children then into sand then into bridges
and fear
and late woods
and plastic flowers

I am exhausted for myself, so
     tell me about karma so I won't fall asleep
Written by
Janos Toth  Cluj-Napoca
(Cluj-Napoca)   
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