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Klaudia Rogowicz
POETRY Klaudia Rogowicz
Seagull The parking lot reveals its face I squint my eyes to the might of the city. Seagull, the herald of silence, there is no room for good souls in heaven.
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POETRY Adam Michniewicz
window in Amsterdam
memory of the morning with the view of the rooFops sca8ered in the rain
one of the beau;ful ones Opened to existence with eyes closed
