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miercuri, 16 noiembrie 2011

quarters into hours

A bleak shape could shiver light
coz words are unknown, untold, 
Over a tired pair of glasses
hides a deep power of it’ s dualism

And now it winters
on a hanged spring flower
at twilight...

It is time
It is time to burn  truth on a piece of paper
to throw up weak sights


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