5 august 2019
It Was Distressing
The red dot was sinking
to smear the lake. It was
in soft focus, the waning light.
You want to bury
the attachment, on the bank.
Let the waves wash away―
the footprints. The
clan was in great distress.
On ventilator, the icon was not dying.
Innocence goes on the block
I will not get a fair deal
from the silence of the stone.
The disk tumbles
into obscurity. Who will
bring peace to the withering art?
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1802wiesiek
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Ruda na platynowoabsynt
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Art In DyingSatish Verma
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W gotowościJaga
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takie tam ćwiczenieabsynt
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I Will SurviveSatish Verma
16 march 2024
1603wiesiek
16 march 2024
tu i teraz, zanurzając sięTomek i Agatka
16 march 2024
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