Poem of the Week, Migration, Ana Božičević

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I never want to get any
More new things.
I wanna wear out these shoes white
And walk on the rug till it’s perfectly
Colorless
To wear the shoes dark
Walking on an abyss that’s been worn out
The shoes carry me,
I can’t help it,
I fly above the desert with no name

Migration

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