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Summer Grass. A poem by my favourite poet, Tomas Tranströmer.
Tomas Tranströmer
Date
November 28, 2021
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The left river.
Last night, I slept on my left arm and now it is paining, as if an overflowed river in bones is trying to slam through the flesh, such unbelievable
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