Poezie
Dams
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Again, I built a dam
On my life
And already
I feel the pressure of these liquid hours
Swollen and warm
Pushing on my organic cement
Ready to give...
I am a series of explosions
And ruins of broken dams - memories
Of so much life contained in just one moment,
Consumed by the abyss down beyond my lips.
But how many damfulls of this bittersweet poison
Can I swallow
Before I drown?
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