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Poems by Inchiki
For my Solid Pleasure
for my solid pleasure
I strike the mug
with finger nails
the sound
merging with the rumble of the jug
early Edinburgh sun
ignites a speck up
to drift among the rose stems
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For my Solid Pleasurefor my solid pleasure I strike the mug with finger nails the sound merging with the rumble of the jug early Edinburgh sun ignites a speck up to drift among the rose stems Schrijftblok 1998 |
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