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Light.

The sails tremble before to go out like eyes before crying.

 

There's no difference between fire and water in small ovals.

 

Owe the unwritten poems to time in which they were not written.

 

To the imagination that still does not imagine them

to memory supplanted by oblivion

to oblivion supplanted by pain, etc.

By Tania Ganitsky.

 

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Uploaded on August 16, 2023