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South
by Ivan Peledov
Far away in the south people sing of invisible moons
and burn their starships day and night.
The unborn and suicides dance away the future,
while the Leviathan sends them emails about sailors dead for centuries.
Oceans tremble like terrified puppies in the paucity of landscape.
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About Ivan
Ivan Peledov lives in Colorado. He loves to travel and to forget the places he has visited. He has been recently published in Sage Cigarettes, The Local Train, Existential Ponders, and the CultureCult anthology “Nocturne”.
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