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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-10-12 | | we are forever imprisoned by the unspoken, he said to me telepathically. There is a spot where my vowels would like to touch you. lick your youth. so miserably lonely, you and I. so darn mute & wanting. the onion moon, the moon that peels off into thin layers sneaks up on me from a bunch of tree tops round like your chin sneaking up on me every time like clockwork from your goatee hairs smells like love out here. In the open air, bad music is playing but we don’t care. We hear our chests sighing and breathing forth to embrace the scent of dry vine leaves hanging down from the rusted rack where they’ve been stretched and then forcefully entangled I wanna be free. I wanna be free of your hands reaching to grab mine into forever. I wanna breathe you in and breathe you out with my belly. Your tongue populates my silence with sweet wine moisture
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