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Translated by: Katerina Stoykova - Klemer

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I am

the fig tree.

 

I weigh down

after each betrayal –

I birth the fruits of faith

and hang them on the branches.

 

How many ripening executions!

How many sweet curses!

 

Will I sate with them your mercy,

my friends?

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