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Dear Zarja,

They don’t like us, you know. They don’t like our snailing.

We’re slow. And slim. And soft. 

They don’t want entering our oblivous inner worlds,

full of cry & try & cry & try 

to laugh and cry and cry and laugh*

It’s not the language to identify with, we’re both stuck inbetween. 

It’s always you in the middle, always me.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

                                                             Zarja

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* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XzAjfwQtvM 

Mirjam Dular

Mirjam Dular

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16. 11. 2021 ob 17:42

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