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Jul 2021
I didn't know how important I am,
Being dead meat is a solution
Of the great
To have all the things they need,
All the things we need.
How to become that strong,
Get myself out of some filth,
Perhaps I didn't have any clue,
Killing my time with this nonsense of a poem
Saying to you only
The fool I Have become,
Saying to you what a life I wanted to make
And what a great dream I dreamt...
Perhaps, I didn't have a clue
How important I wasn't.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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