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Sharp H

The letter H

Will never end

The suffering of soul.


With shaking lips

Will sound it

Through:


Hitler,

Horror,

Holocaust.


It’s really difficult

To bear the cost

Of sharp modernity.


When I am at

The young

And hopeful age,


Have met the truth

Of history and touched

Sharp corners of the letter H.


The scar will

Never disappear.

Tactile memory — despondency.

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