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Jul 2012
What were we imagining?
One day you finally know what you had to do,
I mean, it's head clenched
the tug at your ankles,
the buddha in my palm
at times I wish I could meet in a duel
and if I were ready, I would take my revenge.
Christine Staufenberg
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