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Jun 2021
I have poured rivers of tears,
Remained with filth and some miracle
To help me recover my faith...

I Have been putting back together
Pieces of work
But evil and awfulness must go together
You killed me
For your filth had to survive.
Clean her
Clean her somehow
Of the worse
You will not love
And not because ugly or too beautiful
But because of the filth you made her of...
Theodora Oniceanu
Written by
Theodora Oniceanu
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   Bogdan Dragos
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