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A douăsprezecea câmpie
poetry [ ]
din Aprilie aseptic, 2010

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by Darie Ducan [darie_ducan ]

2010-09-14 | [This text should be read in romana] |

Se dă ocol cusururilor, vinul e mov și ne bea bătrânețea.
Dacă aș înțelege cutiile negre ale mâinii ce îmi cade noaptea-n somn
de pe sânii tăi mari aș ști de ce nu mor niciodată.

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