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[woundedshoes]

It started like this:In the heart it became
loose and easy and happy,as
when someone feels his bootlaces loosening a bit
and bends down.

After this came other days.

Now I'm like a Trojan Horse
filled with terrible loves:
Each night they break out and run amok
and at dawn they come back
into my dark belly.

Love Song
Yehuda Amichai

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