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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2013-04-20 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | Balloons Filled with smoke In that darkness Of the storm That you surround my every Sunday with Clowns Half-learned Occasional writers Lovers of their own ego Hypocrisy Temporary tears You are spinning around my soul with the dexterity of a dervish It is fresh From your eyes I keep the unsaid words and the unfelt thoughts By You I am howling Non- Love I have loved You in all of the languages On Earth Before you were born I have been browsing through You Line by line Verse by verse You know, people have this bad habit of dying from time to time Aroma In God’s name, just do not leave the moment I dedicated to you through what I had felt Previously felt That You are Are you?
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