strange life | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Freestyle) dziwne życie
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Dorota Myssura-Brzost
a morning sip of evening coffee
touchiness, words cross-flowing
thoughts getting lost
I keep running fleeing
from sunrise to sunset
hard pressure no time for breathing
touchiness, words cross-flowing
thoughts getting lost
I keep running fleeing
from sunrise to sunset
hard pressure no time for breathing
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