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Jul 2018
candlestick lying on the floor
and his candle goes by itself
and the fire swims
on the ceiling
under one's feet
under my eyes

ants got closer
they sing their song
the fire is no longer on fire
and my eyes are blue
go instead of him
under one's feet
under heaven

and today the time ran
everything became so chaotic
and time runs like a real runner
and the present runs away from the truth
but the truth and the present is not at all
never and never we have not been

25.07.18
Maxim Keyfman
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Maxim Keyfman  16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf
(16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf)   
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