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￭ A wound that breathes 
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Din secunda sfarsitului
se desprindea eternul zbor al toamnei. Intins-am maini de piatra spre altarul ruginiu unde ofrandele sangerau lumina Am pirdut ore, clipe... eternul zbor al toamnei se inalta usor, absent Am pierdut umbritele cuvinte... s-au stins felinarele tacerii intr-o noapte cenusie si-au sters urmele uitarii. Un corb plouat cu vant: "Unde-i toamna mea?"
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