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2009-08-03 | |
How lovely the morning is, penetrated
by the silence of the loneliness
and the sleepy green
red dragons fly in circles
around the lost feelings
Next to me on the old couch
God watches a movie with clowns.
I play chess, and it is naked
all around the queen
She reads the lines in my palm
and speaks lies
about my dearest stars.
my cup of Romanian coffee is still hot
while I wait
for the green to wake.
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