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My Sundays
afterwards
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on Sundays I wake up
at the times cats are sleeping
holding hands
fish is dreaming of orange blurr
outside the aquarium and so forth
on Sundays I paint my face
in the colours of the war
what war? stars war? of of
of course
on Sundays with my seatbelt on I drive
is it the ether into which I dive
or is the fragile unseen line
that captures me
into
no man\'s land
no man\'s snow
that\'s why on Sundays
I drive alone
December, 2nd
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