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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-11-16 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | How can the same irrational approval … which, in the midst of it all, Incarcerated a strong thread of flawlessness… just erase the “next minutes”? … like the present was there, but not alleged, whereas the past forgotten in a dim-witted future. How can it not be understood with a raw and justified raison d'être? The flower they loved so deeply turned grey for a second of coma in the sleeping Neverland. Was this tree not the one which, after all, possessed matchless leafs? One soft wave of make-believe and they are all unrecognizable yellows Why does the wind blow in spite of everything? And how can coldness burn like an open fire? Sunday, November 16, 2008 1:00:10 AM
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