ecaterina-barganWhisper

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Flick-flackThe sharp teeth anguish / similar to the dog in my last dream / who had grabbed my hand

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Anchorage piecesTo go by train to nowhere, / to lose yourself behind a hill's end / to go straight to the open horizon, till my feet are bleeding,

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