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Jiri Rbck Poem
We climbed into the church, which hangs behind the village on the edge of a ravine/quarry and a meadow with frozen alfalfa.
It opens its mouth at us with every incoming twilight.
Door like when the Helper swaps part of the cheeks and stretches the cheeks to the eyes, grin from Codex Gigas.
We admire the naked little girls and the drooping pygmies of the statues hidden in the drawer of the table left in the sacristy.
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A curtain instead of a door, the light of a car runs here and there along the wall and runs into the corner across the room along the ceiling.
You can hear the television from the other room across the hall.
There are no words to understand, just the talking, music and gunshots of the villain detective.
I fall asleep and the thought of your secrets lies with me in my head.
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Take that ship of yours.
We will swing together at sea and fight in the waves for a better place in the aisle.
I want to fill your hold with my rum and revel in the drunkenness and the sounds of the Sirens you spew at me from the voice box.
Come sail through the sky with me and land just for mana.
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