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In my city, among the high towers of delight
and the dark basements of sorrow, night
has taken up residence.
The mosaic of cobblestones
forsaken by daylight,
is shrouded in a thick mist of shadow.
Defined by a biological rhythm,
the narrow street comes alive
with the confidence of thigh high black boots.
Words and voices, laughter, whispers,
a procession of grey footsteps.
and the dark basements of sorrow, night
has taken up residence.
The mosaic of cobblestones
forsaken by daylight,
is shrouded in a thick mist of shadow.
Defined by a biological rhythm,
the narrow street comes alive
with the confidence of thigh high black boots.
Words and voices, laughter, whispers,
a procession of grey footsteps.
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Kamil Zaszkowski was born in 1978 in Poland, and is currently living in the UK. He has published, in his native language, in Polish literary magazines and newspapers. He is the author of three volumes of poetry and one book of prose.
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