Miroslava Odalovic Poems

There are people and out of these people
The people that are like shadows
They shake hands with their own masks
Somewhere below the twilight of the facial lines
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rushed through already broken mirrors
like comets through the words I left behind
and cherished for long before uttered

they
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'cos he left the ocean
'cos now he's got
he's got
another devotion
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The question was crying in the corner
In spasm fingers casting
Delivery pains of questions
In a trembling body revealing
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From behind all the twilights and evening shadows
Under all the covers
And you who do the night rims vigils
Under all sand clocks
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and say hello to some of your dreams
they keep resting on your oblivion morn
of the wake and hours of sleepless nights
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You want conversations per detoxications
Intellyjelly fish to glide
Right to your side to be satisfied
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I cannot even see
what they have become of thee
a scare's for a crow and shoes are for a show
and things there are that must go on
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if it's my market I want to say
I don't like it when the eaves are dropping
potato is cheap the beans are at hand and it's ok
the onions would slice me there's too much to peel
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yes? you're looking for a street?
oh - the street it's just where you are
sorry I'm not following-
you're looking for another street
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