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Black Still
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Black Still

Black still of the winter night,
Numb chill of the cloudy daylight,
Phony smiles on our battered faces.
We look like one of those closet cases.
Neither friends, nor enemies;
Our hearts need new batteries.
Naked and helpless, mixed up and caged:
This is how we're meeting our death.

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