Karel Šebek

EVENING For Karel Šebek I rubberstamped Šebek onto paper like a poemthe kidney lips straightrazor hands massacre of eyesrazor...
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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.

Kamil Bouska

How to leave this house; / where each room leads to another, from one door to the next, / always only there and never back

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