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You exist. And I am an illusion. I appeared as a vision to myself in the darkness of a hallway in an empty mirror at the bottom of a coffee-cup I am my own shadow in the dark room a trace washed away by a whelm a silence carried away by the wind a radiowave I hide in the gaps between the words in the folds of my own clothes between the beeps of a phone call in your dreams that you see at a deep night and never remember
Poem by Anna Orlitskaya, translated by Elena Rykova
