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Am alunecat de mana cu timpul
in prapastia visului rosu, arhetipuri ma ocoleau prin stanga, inorogi imi mangaiau trecerea. Galaxia dintre noi se facu o gaura neagra, rosul se stropi in portocaliu si pasii mei ma urmareau mai departe. De aici nu mai e scapare,galben ma intampina un soare si luandu-ma de mana ma invita in templul luminii,dupa galben verde,albastru fara intristare indigo si violet ca un destin divin rupt din culoare. Apoi totul deveni alb-stralucitor si m-am trezit in bratele tale!
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