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Ženska in smrt sta sestri. Mati in smrt—sestri. Moški in smrt—brata. Oče in smrt—brata. Človek in smrt, dva ljubimca. Jaz—beli drevored— Oba.
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Ti si moj angel. Usta, posuta s kredo Služabnik obreda sem. Nedotaknjen
Bele gobe na belem polju. V ravnini ognja.
Jaz po zlatem prahu hodim.
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Fencing makes you smart sometimes. Hot tea can make you smart—sometimes. Money can make you smart—briefly. Ice can make you smart—briefly. Clover makes you smarter, dull letterwriter. Just—belly devoured— Open.
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Yes, you, my angel. You used to, possibly in a cradle Slowly but always sooner. A meadow talking in its sleep.
Barely gone no beetle pulls you. I ravine your oxygen.
Just please slap me pretty hard.
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