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Подпирах с длани
Натисках с пети
В шепи стисках
държах
Като ствол вкоренен пред резачи с триони
Чаках
да се изтъпят остриетата
да забият бургиите,
да ръждясат ножовките
чаках
Какво?
Мислех, че знам ...

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