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Jun 2022
give me enough money in this world
to travel to at least one of these
three destinations... to die...
for the calming climate of the cold...
far away from any Arab influences...
to at least one...
    Færeyjar...
                 Ísland... ees-land...
                                      eða Grænland...
none of this English cosmopolitanism...
globalism...
              nei amerískt geo-pólitík!
lifa hér lifa stór!
af lif það er: allt...
og dauða og þögn og skuggar...

plenty of F's...
come to think of it...
apostrophes and surds...
notably?
psi... sigh...
                   although... that's extending
the iota by omitting
both giggle
and ha ha ha...
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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