โ POEM ๐๐ Poul Lynggaard Damgaard
I hold the skin against my own hands.
The bread bleeds around a neck.
Here there are a thousand phones,
but not enough phones for everyone.
POETRY
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โ POEM ๐๐ Poul Lynggaard Damgaard
I hold the skin against my own hands.
The bread bleeds around a neck.
Here there are a thousand phones,
but not enough phones for everyone.