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from my diary
Last days of June are, however, full of rain. On the semitic side of a city dark, steel afternoons anxiously remind me of my unfinished, apocalyptic dreams, the city air vibrate under the carelessly...
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Ja ze śmiercią. Autoportret zebrany. Pierwsza próba, zamiar z obrazu.
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I thought: there is a box, many boxes painted in gold. My room at the attic, weak light. Will you send me even a small lock of your hair? I will tie it with a thin thread or creamy ribbon. Will you let...
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One of my Caskets for Hair.---I thought: there is a box, many boxes painted in gold. My room at the attic, weak light. Will you send me even a small lock of your hair? I will tie it with a thin thread...
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thank you Agnes Cygan
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