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Fragment

Fragment
The Window
Fear
Change
Intermission
The Stream of Our Childhood
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From my window I see
two people
a car passing by
two people thinking
a car passing by
two people meeting
a car passing by
two people squabbling
a car passing by
two people on the ground
a car that isn’t stopping.

AuthorHebert Abimorad
2018-08-21T17:23:47+00:00 February 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 19|0 Comments