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everything was so much obvious with the eyes shut,
on the back seat leaning to my casquet "you're in the army now... stand up and fight" ban me mister Pruteanu "for whatever that means". even if tonight the fall has come and the virgins locked themselves in the consciousness of a depressive present you, my princess, are to blame for my rainy nights for the wind scattering the fairies in my dreams and maybe you can give up words and red ink maybe just today you could sharpen your claws on someone else's soul and because I asked you to leave before dawn now i will never know your first name; you all can make a profit from my monotonous calm to kidnap my poetry-thoughts just for you here is the proof i can still hurt the paper if I search deep inside myself, the memory of the one that's counting crows a requirement "without qua niet" of the inspiration that's hanging high above between the last negative floors built among thought of you and sea level. the cover of the record with "you two" forces me to stop and the black fog that I've told you about a thousand years before, my shadow
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