Question - A poem
I wrote some time ago. Given the coming days, I decide to publish it:
Question
chew boluses of sausages in the embers of the faces
because the wind has changed, you need to clear weeds from the garden
to support the Canadian
smile with
words cut waste, make, love, freedom. What
tell when everything is finished, then comes the beautiful
remember the faces and speeches.
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