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Dec 2018
enough wind now
now he has enough wind
now he is moving forward
he goes to dislodge all
us to get lost all of us
so we all were sheep to
we all became scribbled to
we all lost our face
all our faces are messed up
will be connected with something will be
our faces on strangers and strangers
faces will be on our and our nose
our ears and ours will be lost
eyes and tongues and gums and teeth and
much much more everything will be
by the moon by the moon by the red moon under
dark clouds in blue forests
in the forests of bright blue burning planets

24.12.18
Maxim Keyfman
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Maxim Keyfman  16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf
(16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf)   
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