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Jul 2018
I remembered
I remember
remember those days
days of bright sun
and the days that
were as if in an oven

when the blood ran down my cheeks
when the blood came from my eyes
when the hands were daggers
and every day was soaked
revenge and anger
taken from a huge artistic talent

I remembered
I remember those doors
those beds of salami and hay
I remember those needles and those spiders
those terrible guys
who cut off my head
and then threw me into the water
eternally dying and eternally drowning

I remember
I remember

06.07.18
Maxim Keyfman
Written by
Maxim Keyfman  16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf
(16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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