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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-04-18 | | I'm anticipating the knocking at the door with sweaty palms gripping the crystal knob. The Beloved killed me in his garden. Smelling a peach rose, while hearing the nightingale singing in the shadowy veil of the oak tree. I'm anxiously waiting for the knocking at the door. The Beloved cast me in the ocean, and my body filled to the brim with wine as I sank down drinking sacredness. I'm craving to sip the eyes of my friends, hoping they will be the ones at the door. I'll share everything between the rising and falling of the sun. I'm anxiously waiting.
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