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my two halves rarely meet each other
the long evenings when my mother told stories to both of them are gone my two halves lost a soul somewhere between them and they walk with one lit candle in their hands, thinking that maybe this could replace it both have a monster's crooked smile and each - half a dream two vices, two ways, two men and only one slow, continuous death yesterday I spent almost half an hour looking at a flag which was endlessly struggling on the roof of a building trying to figure out the direction of the wind sometimes it looked like it was blowing from the left, sometimes from the right - the flag itself had no clue the frost was biting my cheeks; in the end I left without being able to choose.
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