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A local said I don't
know my old
me except
it has the same
electric charge
Old
me repels me when
I try to enter
a bridge for a second
time
Here is my city which I love
I imagine all possible paths
but only one belongs to me
my life. There is one
bridge
I don't know which
on which
I'll never set my foot
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A vagrant answered me
walks but one path
thru forests and towns
me misses many bridges
but one bridge
never leaves me
the blue sky of my stomach
rain or shine
Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
© 1991-08-10/12
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