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I'm a piece of dust and the light protects me from the rough darkness of your eyes.
Pillars of my sky smell of mimosa, wormwood and poppy.
Treasury of my spirit is full with knives and grace.
Everything that flashes and sparkles keeps me away from you and me.
Your abysses are no longer my seas and my rivers.
Reflections of your weapons are no longer my only stars.
Thousands of abysses cannot reflect the depth of my unrest.
Thousands of eyes looking at me not noticing the holes on my chests.
The jugglers are leaving, followed by tigers and lions in cages and shackles.
Your gaze seems tired and you would no longer have the strength to torture me.
Weakness already breaks your insolence and arrogance.
Something is starting to shine so brightly that even your shadows disappear
And in light of this I am trying to hide.
I'm just a grain of sand on the island far away from you.
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Poem and photography by Milica Mijajlovic
Ceramics and visual editing by Olga Krykun
Graphic design by Jan Novak.