Picaro Heart Beat Hard
beat accord the tune to the music
beat pulse the pulse sounds to the rhythm
skate on an ice age knives cutting through
the frozen winters snowpledge
die hard your dice
through them over the hurdles of the sky
'the homeland is a drunken street'
it always has been you know
too well
poem by Miroslava Odalovic

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