He Was Tugging at My Hair | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Plątał mi włosy
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Ewa Miller
He was tugging at my hair
ruffled it with wind
took locks from my cheeks
and put them behind ears
such was a handless bandit
ruffled it with wind
took locks from my cheeks
and put them behind ears
such was a handless bandit
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