He clenched his hand on the wheel | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Zacisnął dłoń na kierownicy
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Ewa Miller
He clenched his hand on the wheel,
his veins simmering with madness
in direct proportion
to the hair blown away
from her neck.
his veins simmering with madness
in direct proportion
to the hair blown away
from her neck.
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