Over 40 years
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Krystyna Miłobędzka, from Nothing More

I peel potatoes...

I peel potatoes, stroke your head, pick a leaf
off the ground, light a lamp, light a cigarette, turn the knob,
take a tram ticket out

don’t hurry so, you’re turning grey too fast

run run, that much is yours: stabs in your chest