Tomaž Šalamun
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As if water would have three / skins, one Istanbul’s, one
As if water would have three / skins, one Istanbul’s, one
To the repentant philantropist / the blood runs short. / He drinks only the paste, the paste / of oxygen.
My heart wrings out and pours, / the machine buzzes. / My skin opens like drums.
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