The Ink on my Hand | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Atrament na mojej ręce
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Justyna de Grabiec
The ink on my hand
was the proof that
that night I did not sleep alone.
Close to me, at your place
was the ball point pen.
was the proof that
that night I did not sleep alone.
Close to me, at your place
was the ball point pen.
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