finally
reached for the dagger, I stuck a sharp eye on the target before turning
stabbed, frozen pieces as the story remains nameless silence behind the coffin,
the door was shut, three hundred and sixty five days hidden behind the mist
shrouded in mystery - my body now as cotton, how hard to forget, but it should,
because the farther distance immeasurable stretch, glow in the sky remaining
fireworks, chanting prayers and then a line of poetry, the boat was ready to
move
let's
go ...."
Agats
- Asmat, January 1, 2013
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