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Portret of Stanka Gjurić by Charles Billich
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OBLIVION
Everything that I touch has fallen into oblivion.
Broken, it fells its trail in the forever forgotten past.
Having once been a shadow amongst strange vegetation,
its vicious, poisonous thistle, suddenly it becomes invulnerable,
and in that land of oblivion it finds its day's end
only in the remembrance of its pain.
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