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23 March, 2010
Like your hair is slowly melting across your forehead causing your eyes to close and your chin to lift
“You were my death:
you I could hold
when all fell away from me.”
Paul Celan
A horse collapses in the middle of an alley
Leaves fall on him
Our love trembles
And the sun too.
Jacques Prévert
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