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To Gabor G. Gyukics's previous piece
Private Dead This is what we haven't utilized The recognition A foreign place Still a perfect replica of our own. Unconvinced we dry our shrivelingly wet armpits. Here is also a tram, a ruined inner yard, asphalt river, tracks wedged in the firewall, a pothole, skyscrapers, the usual. Back to our own we arrive as strangers.