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Mar 2021
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Between the celebration
I recognized two identical faces

In the last two-plays
I hear two exact names

I watched four-plays and turns out these things are the riddles that might have become my prayers

The last message might align through the universe
As I realized I'm getting closer to my smallest circle
I don't know where I'm going to and don't know how to feel either
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   Bogdan Dragos
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