#1 He walks On the road made of nothingness Paved with bodies of dead wishes He walks tacitly Invisibly I’m pretending to be a Star On his sky To be the Sun and the Moon He walks Not looking up… Marija Stajic is a writer and journalist who has been published by The New Yorker and many other online…
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