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christmas poetry

darkest, ciudate mister
dacă aş fi ştiut cât de îngust o închisoare este dragoste
Sunt bătrân şi orb
în săli de de somn de tine wandered
Sunt pe moarte
oraş că nu este un oraş
iată-mă, la mine în sifon, tifon şi beteală
i, atunci când a fost un băiat de la facultate
îmi iubesc ora de vânt şi de lumina
au aruncat o piatră, ai aruncat o piatră
N-am stiut de pământ a avut atât de mult de aur

 



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