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the last time they saw him happy was when he told them about that weird dream he had in which wine poured from the tap in his kitchen and that was it he had nothing else in life to be happy about They didn’t need to ask his profession Somehow they all knew he was a poet

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Written by

B_R_Dragos

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Published: Jan 6, 2022
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