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Apr 2018
there is but no other kind of lie
than the sound of sighs
falling out of mouths which bathe their teeth
in the waste of wine

one by one each breath rejects the Truth
for another life
where moons are quick to come, hide the sun
where it’s black and white

where Love has been but once, not to stay
cannot be survived
by those who dip their tongues in blood  
are you still alive?
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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