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In July the sky puts the night on like a worn-out T-shirt and the stars will soon show their teeth.
One more childhood ricochet won't teach you anything. A look at an empty space awakens the desire to leave.
You'll realize too late that the sun is one big zero, and the light bulb its binary simulation.
Endure the recurring reflections in the mirror. Never ask why God didn't leave instructions for fears.
From the poetry book "Paris, Texas" by Vladan Krečković (PPM Enklava, Belgrade, 2020). Translation by Kruna Petrić.
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