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3d
I will come back to the place someone else
once used to call home.

My eyes will kiss again the flame-rotten moths -
it will be a pleasure
to see them escaping their unknown fate,
at last.

I will pray to the sun again,
when my time comes. There will be no one pushing us
to the oblivion of tomorrow.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  40/M/United Kingdom
(40/M/United Kingdom)   
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