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Feb 2016
cicha woda brzegi rwie...
(silent water eaten shores /
                 silent water boarders on tears /
   silent water boarders' asking what flows /
silent water: a father, a son
                   /
if i'll become a horror i'll be thankful in due
to  you /
but of course, should you write a premonition,
a minority report, a false prophecy);
silent waters eat the borders,
as such the silenced holiness of unmovable borders
were a sacred chess video sin in necessity of
history.
a ta głośna komu? na cerkiew opery -
bo ja iglą jak i cebulą ostrze jęzor
wersatem: figment?! no no, no to hujnia! hujnia
nad rus'a!
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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