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Jul 2013
part of me
stands
as a stiff bust
in the center of the square
(no one cares anymore. it's been there for a long time)

part of me
dances
as a shameless plastic bag
gone with the wind
(it is disturbing. its plasticity is too mobile and *****)
RoDin
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RoDin
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