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Vidmante Jasukaityte
I
Our separation”
Another seal
On the doors of your soul”
No one will ever open them again.
II
Our separation”
Hoarfrost on my heart.
My soul is like a frozen tear.
III
Our separation”
A dead butterfly of a kiss on your lips.
A fragment of its wing remains on my lips”
I can’t brush it off no matter what I
From the collection „Neiškastam sidabrui pasakyk sudie”[Say Farewell to Unmined Silver], 1999. Vilnius, „Margi raštai” [Mixed Writings]
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