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when I see them sitting lips by lips, breath by breath close they're sitting on their lives feeling warm and cozy and tender there are no shoes for me, it is not my Grannie's door I have nothing left there only some empty lights glitter on the road from time to time. I cannot say the Words they stay stuck into my mouth their breath envenoms me beer and knedliky* feeling clear there is snow there isn't a man anymore there are only puddles of water I enjoy the smell of the empty streets of the majestic empty city and I wait for their ugly mouths to bark at me and to bite * knedliky - Czech typical dumplings
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