Slap invisible
Pointed at face
anger at stance
my error
not erased
manifested
That plain
menial act
seemed a bane
flamed an array
to slain a fine
balance
of rain
court disdain
fly over
amass
needles at work
deep sinew
honour
disturbed
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I would like to translate this poem
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