Poezie
no timing
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Mediu
from the bed sheet burning by dream
I took the heart ashes and swept
through the space between
the sky and forehead
sometimes the word sighs
from the silence’s casket
on the alley among horologes
always ticking
without synchronizing
the twelfth hour
ivory seconds crumble
when hit the ground
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