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Despre mine

joi, 15 septembrie 2011


Wherever you look
shabby and smelling
of rust trams,
on squares of shadow
stained vomiting
and a Kiss …
just stolen
from the floating wings
of a dream… I am
the stained-bloody roots
lying torn
and suffering beings …
Even in my right eye
you Baby Floats
I hope
I could kill …

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