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Mar 2016
We are at the concert.
We sit. We drink.
Fight broke out. Close by.
Kids.
The skinheads, metalheads, punks.

Local madman approach us.
He speaks to me:
"I saw the devil, ****!
I saw hiiiim !!! "

"O really? I saw him also, yesterday,
when I watched
TV news. "

We give him a beer.
He's leaving.

**** it, we are all lacking so little love
a couple steps toward each other
just a few steps
but it's not happening
and eventually the devil comes

He does nothing special
He's only filling
The void.
Translated by Mary...
Marko Antic
Written by
Marko Antic  ParaΔ‡in, Serbia, ex Yu
(ParaΔ‡in, Serbia, ex Yu)   
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     Denel Kessler, --- and Marko Antic
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