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look at the worlds stripping
the skins of their bodies
the layers of their meaning
inscribed at the edges of the moon
burning at the rims of the sun
and at the wide oceans unrolloing
the waves between the tides
and the summits' headless eyes staring
at the foot that each mountain hides
feed me back I lost the track
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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