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translated poem:
Kartka papieru
-
renee
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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