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Jun 2015
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gliding up
and sliding down
a life full of muddy trails
extends like a coiling cord
a Bakelite phone
hoping to ring

eyes watching
from the window
waiting for your stormy head
to appear from behind
the curve in the road

thinking about all the things
that must be said
then running back
to a closed room
somewhere out of sight
Ruzica Matic
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Ruzica Matic  37/F/Serbia
(37/F/Serbia)   
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