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she is laughing
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- her hair smells of desperation
like a freshly cut forest.
- on a bench, in front of the theater house
lied softly
over my legs,
she’s sticking catlike claws into
the jugular of my soul.
- time has stopped
because she is laughing.
- my hand on the orbit of her thighs
like a mineral satellite.
- the fear of touching in my blood.
- she is laughing.
- people torn from there circular existence,
from the liquid resine of the street lamps,
people fallen into the night’s disgrace.
- me,
sadder than the flag of a defeated army
a sort of achilles struck by his own arrow.
- you,
the moment,
like a steaming heart
freshly torn from the body of the night.
- she is laughing.
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- Horia Mocanu
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- 129
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- 1 min
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