pärastlõunases hallis
novembris
ja vaatamata külmadele jalgadele
ning vahel ka jahedale skeptilisusele
ootab ta
sooja und.
Puudutust.
Sõna.
She's hanging
around in the gray
afternoon
in November
and despite the cold legs
and sometimes despite the cool skepticism
she waits for the
warm sleep.
Touch.
Word.
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