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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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| when you point your tongue at me and down go your masks I can see the sun in your face and quickly go blind then your box with smiles opens its fan and the star climbs another street up to that lip where grandma is washing her tumblers actually this is the promised orchard. The Blind man will pick up an apple and will count your shapes with his white club maybe your body will sing so that the mouth of the game wouldn’t close maybe……….
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