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after the tongue of the youth made me mute

after my legs and arms one after the other breaks and falls

after my ears grow inwards, and the devil is the only one who talks

before my red-eyes dry up fully

I'll drain my vein

into words

and of this world

but one's meant to read them

to your knees fresh from the butchers pen

I'll bring them

dear Erzsébet

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