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Maturity brought nothing –
only tipped chairs, wrinkled laundry.
And at the end, as a saving grace –
fewer secret rendezvous,
more secret breakups.
Author: Marin Bodakov
Translator: Katerina Stoykova
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Wise poem!
Still diggin’ these translations!
I love this.
Yep