Those sands of the Moroccan Sahara that you
Walked, you touched, you breathed, have sailed over waves,
Greedy waves, on the Harmattan wind
To cross the Atlantic;
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Still-life (from the point of view of a cancer patient), Poetry by Tatyana Kot
My breasts,
That never breastfed,
Removed.
My uterus-
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