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Rob Visser

 

Poetry from a Non-existing Space

Between the rooms there is nothing, and in this nothing, there is poetry; you can peep into this non-existing space, put you head in it, of come in completely, even close the door if you want to lose yourself in this brick womb. You talk or be silent. The typewriter rattles its verse in duplo.


 

 

 

 

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