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Nov 2017
I was at the Moon tonight
there was nobody there,
it was a Sunday!

I was spreading out my hands
towards the icy scenery,
away from other people eyes,
away from the words

I was swimming to the Moon,
took a long journey,
dressed in silver cloth,
walked across

on a Sunday...
srdjan gavrilovic
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srdjan gavrilovic  M/Belgrade
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