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The World of Memories
is like a huge sphere
lined with paths
winding in the darkness
a sunray falls on my face
bringing a gentle smile
that's how it was
you can't deny it
I remember
to build my identity
I forget
to go further without unnecessary words
I'm always between one and another
in the reality of dilemmas
(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)
poem
by
Dorota Szumilas
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