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Stefanus Vivier

Ovid

Troubled
I am troubled
by words
troubled
I never sleep

Learning the local language
I morph into Ovid
and compose an epic poem
no one will ever read
leaving glass sentences
with too much nakedness
scattered all over the floor
like jewels

Sadness oozing out

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