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Brief Encounter
I ran into you.. again,
And instantly became drunk with the milkiness of your look.
You were drowning in yet another black book,
But I managed to pull you out
With the madness of my violins,
And slowly started to soften
in your presence.
We were singing together
on an unnoticed island
Until I sprang into the icy-crowded waters
And suffocated.
Mila Barg
Copyright ©2005 Mila Barg
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