Allow Me to Spit

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Allow Me to Spit

A Conversation With the Sense
Glass Wave
Allow Me to Spit
Chewers of Time
Prostitution
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Translated by Samovila@aol.com

In the beginning, it was a common word to me
But I stopped beside you
I did not know to give my thoughts to the word
I did not even know how to pronounce the first letter
I uttered crude sounds
As you stared into my eyes
Yet I knew! We must watch together
through my window

AuthorLidija V. Kekenovska
2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments