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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Ball on the stairs.
Lubomír Tomik
the door is closed,
we jump like balls down the stairs
step step step and one more
the spider inside the head weaves the strangest nets,
if he’s not
if he’s not
if he is not
is not
because the balloons blew him away like a sheet of paper on the way down the stairs,
clean and undescribed,
it’s all of us we keep flying through the time someone took from us,
we are heading for silence what someone gave us
next days before dark, before dawn time
measured by a trap of eyelids and we bite into each other,
every wink is every swallow
the air tastes,
like light through the darkness we will fill ourselves,
feast,
hour,
minute,
second
YOU
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,,Mág“
Ten druhý.

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