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Illness
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My uncle is growing ill
Since his lover caught a strange cold
Her lungs are crossed by a theory of a window
Like a new pair of garden scissors
They’re swinging together in a rocking chair
Cutting out the sky with their twin hands
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- Autor
- Monica Manolachi
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 44
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 6
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Monica Manolachi. “Illness.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/110624/illnessComentarii (8)
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