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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-21 | | Witless feelings are still running down my neck, Wasted by destiny's coolness and rust, Thy sour lips are inserting needles in my reck... Faith hurts and thy deceptive smile melts into my dust... I devour the jasmin from thy raw voice And I can feel the star scissors from thy mirror, Scarcely breathing the light breeze from my abyss... Swing thy mind into thy absent tear : my ash! ............................................. absent tears falling and I'm drinking a cold glass of...thy fragrance... absent tears falling are you there? ...are you still there? ............................................. We kissed among our whispers and we died craving... Damn the satin full moon which shouted our names! A demon is laughing, an angel is praying, I'm smashing shy's depths, thy heart... It remains...
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