Jurnal
Love Affair
Blitz Poems
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I\'m dreaming of a classical winter.
As we\'re both sleeping on the heart side
nothing seems to matter but this unfinished vision
of poppies enfolding.
Morning never comes as it should.
Dusk itself is white fluffy.
Our poppiefield entirely dissolves
as one eventually turns right.
And city sinks under the billboard sky.
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