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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-04-07 | | I do not hear I do not hear The words pass me by as the sun sets before the sunrise Counterclockwise The animal inside licks - unutterable sensation burning spinning wrath dissolving bones the skin is virgin i still feel it on the top of my tongue my fingers my words your words mingled with sweat and terror pain and desire of selfdestruction all blooms out of you like lilies and violets do ( ah, the scent of violets picked up by death itself the scent - your scent of dust and oblivion ) I bend before thee, my uncreated reality
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