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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-09-20 | | Never by my rules hell is chess with you, brother, every night I let you in your next move takes pieces of me back no cup of tea, no drop of blood not even the queen verse can return. My shifty words are less then nothing your grinning stanzas are checkmate engraved into my days disowning me of every single strategy not meant for a worthless piece, jaws of panic move to catch your tongue only giving you fits of side-splitting laughter: "All this poetry translates into something disgustingly trivial, what chance does a pawn have against the king anyway?" he is the Houdini of rhymes, he is the Dali of burglary, even at sunrise as I get my name back, and no ray of warmth, no discarded curtain not even a cup of coffee can wash away this omen.
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