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Gravid with a bird

Milos Petrovic

I’m afraid that
I’m not going to have
Enough eyes to count the stars
When sky is going to spawn,
For the last time.

And then, when you’re gone
When all indecision (doubtfulness)
Of water come
When you leave and say:

I wasn’t get drunk by him,
It was wine.

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