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Tonight I can feel the scent of the past agonies and their bitter taste to the tenebrous end in pentagons of light. Tonight Death feeds on the scent of every poor on my skin and their sweet taste, sinking me within crucifixes of white.

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georgiana-s

Romanian

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Written by

georgiana-s

Romanian

Published

Mar 30, 2017

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1m

Tags: #poetry #death #dark #black #soul #tonight

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