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 Corrosion ( I )

 What happens when it's quiet
 When the quiet starts to lose itself
 In the cracks
 In the confusion
 In the footprints in the mud

 What happens when it's cold
 When the cold can't be felt anymore
 In the fingers
 In the words
 In the emptiness of a net

 What happens when there's confusion
 And what if it's already weakening...

 Everything changes to humiliation
 In the light of everyday corrosion
                                    --Miroslav Wanek

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