Radka Thea Otipkova

  MY TURN   I got home late once, tired, and sat down by his bedside. You must be hungry, he said. A magnificent sentence like...
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Kamil Bouska

You're coming and my fever rises. I've tasted this before. / I'll leap into the wafted air and go for blood.

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Olga Pek

It was as devouring as napalm, as accurate as a laser blade. When I regained my faith in poetry I had to tear it away

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