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from primitive pianos (Gdansk, Poland)

Danzig-Gdansk

an umbrella in my hand
a mirror in my eyes
covered in
smog this city
changes hands
play kiss me
watch all the indie
kids in t-shirts
for months I could
not save
my blue lips
my language lacked
a future
a smite will keep
for a while
me and my lightning
flashes
me and a toy cow
you can ride
half drunk
with a mouldy old ghost
in the house
of 100 beers

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