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May 2021
I don't want to be
            All that you claim not to be
But impose on others.

I don't want to be that filth,
            I'm looking for another
But find this and this is gold
            So I keep Golden treasure

I claim I cannot become
            But admire with that heart you sold
And I impose on others to become Gold.

So you say...
What's the truth, dear? You think you know, in this maze of desperate to win souls? more and more and more as they didn't have enough,
They didn't have enough of the poverty of others....
They want to enjoy more...
                                                  more...
                                                               more.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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