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Wooden mountains.

Lubomir Tomik

the moment promised She
and cemeteries full of lime

legs peaching in the ground swelling of the gas dead breathing

She had promised
and comes the time,

that in the wooden mountains
Nothing matters

Fire is a fire is a fire

pulls you out of the skin,
 burns , 
still undress you,
it once

A scar -looking canyon on Mars.

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