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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-07-21 | | like a fingerprint of fog on your skin I lay on the orange field. The stoned hour lights my bones to find out where I have been I’m melting, my heart is becoming your favourite colour like the leaves on a tree, the shivers on my spine the light is resting in your eyes in the morning you point at the sky, oh such a beautiful crime the clouds may be cold, but the distance is burning like a sinking ship my head falls in your hands I see the light and I’m trying to run but the air I’m breathing in suddenly beginning to bend ‘cause my conscience’s a trigger and my brain is a gun but I never knew that the sun hides away and tries to change the colours of my skies
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