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Jul 2018
I see a windmill in the distance
it's the sun in the wind
and Mars in the Sky
weighs like a string

I see the mill in a flash
and then black is nothing
and the water swims
and the water swims
by the flame

I'm going away
I take with me
the heart of
this world

30.06.18
Maxim Keyfman
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Maxim Keyfman  17/M/Russia,Novorossiysk.
(17/M/Russia,Novorossiysk.)   
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