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Faith
Precious copper mouth.
I hide, hide my head in you.
I have only one white sense.
The rib from which Adam was made.
Cliffs, how they are spouting.
Azure, how it burns you.
Yours, sleepy and starving.
I am hugging you. 
from Otrok in jelen (The Child and the Deer)
translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
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