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Those who cut

THOSE WHO CUT kisses
who unbind scarves

who kneel on common lacerations
who offer their thin bare necks

to everyone to all in return
something we could touch

we could get to know
all is probably coupled only once

it's the moment no one has recognised yet
no one has retained in the memory

the moment when you're blind-
folding yourself

so that the darkness from you
couldn't make its way out to me

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