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Just like three ice-cold snowballs On the rusty plow wheel Three piles of pressed flakes In the morning appeal You ask yourself Whose brain Whose hands Whose tongues That feel Like this warm wet rag Around your feet Circling fingertips On the line between Your hair and skin —
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Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC
Plow Wheel (2022)
Just like three ice-cold snowballs On the rusty plow wheel Three piles of pressed flakes In the morning appeal You ask yourself Whose brain Whose hands Whose tongues That feel Like this warm wet rag Around your feet Circling fingertips On the line between Your hair and skin —
jan-svoboda
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Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC
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