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The Mysterious Miss Melancholy

All rivers run
wild and wide,
then dry.
Of this,
she surely
takes notes.
But who
chases who?
My shadow and I
use to dance;
we find courtship
ambiguously alluring.
But who
chases who?
Weary of running,
take refuge
in the empty
core of things.
Wait there,
until she knocks.
Then, at dawn,
who chases who?

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Publicerad 2023-03-27 09:58

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Ett vackert mysterium, en lockande dikt som liksom flödar i cykler.
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