Poezie
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Mediu
your pecking wildfowl
has worn
my waiting nights
into the blackest holes
my cutlery cuirassed
to curtail your cult
lurk out
under
this forborne divination
forgo the sword-play
so I will stray
in your palmistry
where I can
cut my tremble free
please
be
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