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like a hyena I later followed the smell of unknown forests,
I thought I could ride this griffin
that was waiting, waiting long for me while his wing kept swelling
with every spoken word.
you'll build a house, he said, and I'll crush it.
you'll build another – I'll crush it.
you will forget me – I'll crush you
you will try to send me away, to crush me –
you'll come back to me. I am here with you forever
your blue clock, your wing.
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*after the title of a painting by Chagall