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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
