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Our faint life


Some brushstrokes project our fate, two hands, I am disabled, lives
without arms. Missing yours. Mine tired, wanted one to create the lives

Yes, saying the life, you cannot go on the road only with your mind
The film on the projection is a weathered series of images, a life window

is blind. I am trying to imagine lives in the window, I need your imagination.
Flow away our lives, melting the life ice, and watch their faces on the other side.

Flat glass is our life—a window. Dance on. Crack the surface. Kill lives,
our lives. You do it. Does it? All my love. Kids of the mirror, you are melting

on my eyeglasses. Lenses of my window. Loved you the origin of yours, the
guys. Kids of the home. They watch our imagined home, our family nest. Home.

Are you an English woman? Do you like to kill? You are a sadist. Genetically?
Yes. Confess. Confess! I tell you something. I loved someone. She killed

our children. You enjoyed my honest love. Then you trapped my love, oh
oh beautiful English rich woman. I was honest and a lover. But only an Eastern European.

I know now
You are a nazi
You Enjoyed
wasting my years

You like to kill man's life
(Europeans)
(And European lives.)
(Nazi woman.)
Beautiful English woman
Goodbye

Loved you
and wanted to 
change
and save you
someone
who loved you

Demon
Vilmos

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