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■ A wound that breathes Contact |
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locuiesc intr-o tara in curs de dezvoltare,
dorm intr-un bazar,intins peste zeci de tarabe, ti-am promis ca imi adun gandurile,lanturile si... ma mut intr-o clipa mai buna, mai clara! am sa devin sculptor,ce dulce ironie... sa faci din lut fantasme dulci in amintirea lutului din tine!
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