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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

New poem thing

Youth

We overdreamed the dream of youth:
running without hesitation,
an orgasm for every rose petal,
the necessity of white teeth.

Then the trick stops,
the outline of the projector
becomes visible for the first time.

And I hope you are ready to die
without mourning each second
that guides you like a sure procession
to what must happen next.

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