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untwisted
< Leah Altukhova
Impenetrable,
even pitch dark,
whether spreading,
whether toils.
On my knees I stand in front of faces,
wild heart so punished.
Untwisted,
Spit rivers,
the night dressed,
bare feet.
With pain, hidden under the eyelids,
Ravens voiceless cry.
Smell It is fine,
taste the bitterness the name on the lips keeps the eternal
Just one in the temple donochi.
Untwisted,
inconsolable ...
Impenetrable,
even pitch dark,
whether spreading,
whether toils.
On my knees I stand in front of faces,
wild heart so punished.
Untwisted,
Spit rivers,
the night dressed,
bare feet.
With pain, hidden under the eyelids,
Ravens voiceless cry.
Smell It is fine,
taste the bitterness the name on the lips keeps the eternal
Just one in the temple donochi.
Untwisted,
inconsolable ...
