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catcher in the rye
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the colors disturb my watch.
at the edge of a field that is the tip of your
ring finger
i wait for them
to come and steal tenderness,
to consume
greedily, shamelessly
all the caresses i planted
last spring.
the nights become more and more still.
i hear stars falling on the tin roof of despair.
the colors disturb my watch.
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- Horia Mocanu
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Horia Mocanu. “catcher in the rye.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/horia-mocanu/poezie/1821209/catcher-in-the-ryeComentarii (2)
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