You don't write.
You repeat the old letters
about love and feelings
and you know they're both dead.
you heal, with vanity,
a straight line on the ECG.
I'll write forgotten letters
in your and my name,
in the name of Truth.
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Ime Istine
Ti ne pišeš.
Ponavljaš stara slova
o ljubavi i osjećanjima
a znaš da su oboje mrtvi.
Ravnu crtu na EKG-u
liječiš sujetom.
Ja ću da pišem
zaboravljena slova
u tvoje i moje ime,
u ime Istine.
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