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Dark flows down to the street's pools The blotting paper of sky in grey has imprints of cyclamen roses Right there on the street they are lynching with a welding torch the rests of this night I have spent with a walk to assure myself that I live still Maybe this is the morning that will give an amnesty to all the time barred loves
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
*** by V. Hrabě (1940-1965)
Dark flows down to the street's pools The blotting paper of sky in grey has imprints of cyclamen roses Right there on the street they are lynching with a welding torch the rests of this night I have spent with a walk to assure myself that I live still Maybe this is the morning that will give an amnesty to all the time barred loves
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
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