I peered down quizzically at the damp ground
Pulling sharply at a tuft of grass to see further
But it was tough and resilient, so much so
That I had to tear at it, ripping a fingernail in the process
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MAJORITY, Poetry by SANIJELA MATKOVIĆ
Regardless of the insensitive time, dreams are still
were declared clear.
One name, one address, one look …
Perhaps it would be enough, and half of the verse
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