Poezie
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Mediu
I remember,
morning was breaking into thousands of pieces
by my temple...
There was a season
in which it should\'ve been snowing in souls,
but all there was on the streets was filthy rain.
I\'ve always known that on this side of the world
Santa Claus never arrives.
And still...
I thought I loved.
I\'m not aware of what happened afterwards,
maybe someone has stolen the dream...
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