coincidence and fate figure largely in our lives how many words did I speak to you ? how often we kissed ? when I met you – these flowers – were they just blooming or in grandeur ? you liked these shrubs bourgeois gardens your tanned skin silky hair how I much loved you shame on my arrogance see an eternity in your eyes Malevich Black Square first night – first morning – first walk – first afternoon in the straw fields I want you living alive a tiny little note from your hand if you are gone I revive you with my magic from the dust of Tbilisi from the scanners digits from my endless noise and pain could I touch you once again 31.01.2017

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