talk of the stars reflected on the buildings in Via Calepina. rainbows of adolescence and evil he does. talk to the clubs of heaven dismantled the Christmas lights in the alleys of downtown. like when we were devastated in Belgrade and we stuck to words on it undesirable. that seemed cowardly to look in the eye while they insult us. scars and stitched him that all that have both your name. then as now. it was winter. it was cold. and it was snowing.
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