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■ Noi suntem oameni fantastici cu mâini de zăpadă È™i puls
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when you wanna end it and it's never there the door
and the character opens the hatch and there is you as a reflection and it never ends as it never started to end and it's growing like a weed of hope, which thrives on a pile of mud and burned spikes of wood because you fall in love with no doors because when the wind burns it's a dream that grows and you smile with a flicker like an 8mm screenshot after screenshot until your dream it's no more consumed as I'm folding it in my heartbeats of blood with violins cords snaping out of control and you fall "lay your head on my lap one more time" and then in a moment everything brakes "I don't get to be spontaneous", she says, "anymore" and there is no end and there is the sky, and there are the five feet of mud behind and the skylark song and she's coving under your coat onto her shoulders while the morning grows wilder and wilder and
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