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Aug 2014
if man doesn’t have a normal percentage of insanity
the others smell him
alike the cat that finds out which kitten isn’t hers
they nudge him and push him aside
he will go stray from corner to corner all of his life
he will dry alone in his shell like a snail
without tasting the fruits of this earth
and he will die stretched in his bed like soft dough
rolled and thinned between fingers
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
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Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu  52/F/Bucharest
(52/F/Bucharest)   
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