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Dec 2018
standing at the fire wall
open I stand again and again
while my eyes are open while the soul
my sings while by myself i can i sing
while the gold pipe is waiting for me there

and where the lights in the restaurant are lit
and where the sea and love and kisses
everywhere and around and there where the bricks
not only stand but where they are still
and accomplish the greatest and daring flight

standing at the brick wall
I stand open and I live in thoughts
and think and think and contemplate everything
I think and I think when my watch will show
that's five already it's time to run

Maxim Keyfman
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Maxim Keyfman  17/M/Russia,Novorossiysk.
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