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  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Maria Etre
DJ
The mind was always background noise
in a soundtrack played by the beats of one's heart
with lyrics from conversations
inspiration from hyperventilation
and palpitations
  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Maria Etre
I sold my soul
to poetry
because the devil
rejected it
he told me
"it's too fiery for hell
it'll do better
melting hearts"
  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Mane Omsy
Peel off the pain piercing your palms
Ornaments owned out of obituaries
Elsewhere endless errands of evil
Moaning for money and medication
  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Shamai
Silence
Can be so beautiful
Especially
When it comes
After a long time
Of
Thoughts
  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Chris Saitta
Do you have eyes, old man, as airy as the sky?  
Do the trees grow through your eyes, old man?  
Do the starry leaves of your mind grow old with you?
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