bjanka ivas mamic Biography

I was born to early for the phlegm of the Earth
and the lances that I brought are to bluntly for this dirt.
However high the heart must be streaming
it s liquid is blood and will keep on bleeding.
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Let us rest in rustle oblivion
for the winter willows on our chests,
pressing our numb lungs with fragrance of onion
as birds are leaving their nests.
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As Joana plucks the asparagus
up on the hills near by
the gathers of her rufous
dress collecting Sun up high.
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Break me dawn, for I've come betimes,
sulphurous, antically, olfactive, greener moss,
to dozing, roundabouts of his rhymes,
mizzling shrewishly, unintentional macron above loss.
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Obduracy of thoughts in a maelstrom of ancient ash is hidden...within inpasse of that dark lake.
Vulnerable are we who preserved it,
thieved the fractions of eternity
so to flood them in abysm.
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