Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

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I Am Next
October
I can’t
quite trust
the sun.
The month
of October
is the worst.
That’s when I run
away
from every ray
intentionally trying to stab me
in the back.
The sun
is so low
that morning
hits its head
before noon
can even roll
out of bed,
and then I’m
gloomy
all day long.