It’s there, it’s where, it begins,
and it’s calling your name
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anyway is too much!
Am numărat cuiele din verticala metalică a băncii: unul lipseşte!
n-ai fi schorch dacă n-ai fi făcut asta. niciodată lipsurile importante nu-ţi scapă.să continui?
nu… lasă-mă să respir!🙂
… iar pe banca cade o umbra. Parca ar fi a unei pasari.
sau poate că e o amintire. păsările pot fi şi asta. amintiri.
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