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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-05-14 | | In the beginning you had become my antitoxin, my unknown self reborn into a new being, As if i was looking through a mirror of glass Your words cut into my soul, as broken glass cuts into untouched skin. I followed you into unknown worlds, falling on your every word. Let you get inside and plant your seed of misleading words into my unconcious mind. Like a growing plant inside of me trying to get out. Following all of my movements, shafting all of my thoughts, dreams and any wishes that there could be. Your words had abandoned me and therefor your words became my toxin, a drop of venom flowing inside my vains. Darkening everything, everywhere, eating my flesh from the inside out, leaving me without any doubt.... You were my toxin but i would rather have died than continue my life in this manor of hate and dislike. Your powerfull words felt so good in my oblivious mind, that i shall never forget the way we met.. I lost myself in you, pitty you'll never know Such a shame that you had to go....
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