The Swelling
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Marieta Maglas
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And if my long kiss could burn your lips,
Then you would allow the lack of words
To be jammed between us,
As a swelling,
By forming a ghostly wall,
Which would get higher
Step by step
And day by day
Until it reaches the sky,
And certainly the Heaven,
Where The Lord would understand them.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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