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Mar 2017
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.
30.03.2017
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Georgiana S
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Georgiana S  Romania
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