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I will

a sense of harm in the air

aliveness, aggression, deadness at the center of things

 

between me and me this new silence probing depths and nuances

 

my lips practice a self-introduction into the hunger of wild words

I count all the expansive verbs of a tender intimacy with your bones

 

yes,

I will search for the ribs of your thoughts

from which I am going to be born

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Written by
irinia
Romanian
Published
Jan 28
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