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Filntisis Nikos
2016
our parrot' s name was          Peter
he was green   I   were     three
I         recall no c o m p a n i o n
deserted boy deserted c a g e
only  a  little  

swinging

              mirror

             to

wired

 

                 top

the

m e t a l        b   a  r   s
and he used          to   adore
his     virtual   m u l t i p l e s
our parrots' names were       Peter
they are dead   I   am     thirty

 

   

     [2016]

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