Look here`s that uninvited Alien presence look it`s here A shudder on the ocean of tea in the cup Rust taking hold On the edges of our laughter A snake coiled in the depths of the mirror Will I be able to hide you From your face in mine Look it`s the third shadow On our imagined walk Unexpected abyss Between our words Hoofs clattering Below the vaults of our palates Will I be able On this unrest-field To raise you a tent of my hands Trans. by Anne Pennington Anonymous submission.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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