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translator:  zoola

translated poem: Kartka papieru -  renee
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I'm looking at the white
sheet of paper
immaculately clean
untouched with ink
blissfully blank

I am its complete
counterpart
not only stained
and carelessly scribbled on
but also wrinkled

No matter what I did
and how much I tried
to take the stains out
I won't be able to get back
to the previous condition

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