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Random Poetry XVIII.

2013. február 17. - Angolerthetoen

... You shall leave everything you love most: this is the arrow that the bow of exile shoots first. You are to know the bitter taste of others' bread, how salty it is, and know how hard a path it is for one who goes ascending and descending others' stairs ... Paradiso

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