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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-06-06 | [This text should be read in romana] | eu, copil tandru ce iubesc si-admir doar flori ma pravalesc din munti, mandru, catre tine si-ti soprtesc tainic: "Mori..." tot, eu, copil apropae mort (dar tot tandru, in putreziciunea mea) cu mainile impreunate cu gura moarta iti sarut ochiul mort in lumea asta moarta tot tie apoi, iti scriu: "Mori..." si-am hotarit sapoi s-alerg spre tine cu-n cutit sa ti-l infing in inima cea stearpa si sa URLU de-asta data "moooori!!!!" insa, alergand pe scari m-am pravalit si soaptele, cuvintele-mi au ramas nespuse caci... din crunta-mi tavaleala ...am murit.
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