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Sep 2013
She lives alone.
No cat, no budgie, no TV, no phone.
Only a cactus.

Each time her mother comes around
she has tears in her eyes,
because her mother always dusts off the plastic door mat.

She thinks that too much dust will **** her someday.
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
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Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu  52/F/Bucharest
(52/F/Bucharest)   
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