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suicide poem

nu am fost de multe
I sta în frig gri vreme
ca o lumânare albă
mama mea m-a invatat ca in fiecare noapte
pentru adevar, pentru dragostea
ai mai vedea un aligator
am rupe pahar de vin sacru al cărui
arcuite la inundaţii


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