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"b-side" by Valeria Turp-Balazs


crashed into the foreign door

of a person i’ve met

and i don’t know at all


watched your hand

around a mug and counted

times you kept it empty


conceptualized a bed and

the way they fall asleep

white green mountain creek

keep this out of reach


run birds over carry on

wait for rivers to turn red

plaster torn-up signs on pavements


look for me in sounds that slip

out of your mouth onto the cd

you kept in case of emergencies


watch me laugh 

and stir your coffee in the wrong direction 

whisper rotten words

to express all i know 


about giving you the moon


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