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Panicgrass and feverfew
helicopters are swimming through the air
and i can smell their vibration.
when the grass is panicked,
i feel thirsty.
i can't breathe
where do I find air?
when will I be floating
amongst the dead alligators
and the oxygen molecules? ...
poem
by
Selenaru Negrea
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