Poezie
romantra
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Mediu
it was a cloudy evening
when i lost my faith in poetry
the dying day
was sagging on my back like a knapsack
and yet
no objective seemed to be
worthy of a metaphor
i\'ve pulled out of memory
a corrupted address
i\'ve tried to clone the whole system
all blogs were telling me
to give up the auto-referential
narcissism
if i wanna be one of the guys
if i finally want
our guys to win
but no matter how hard i was trying
i couldn\'t believe
i couldn\'t believe to learn
i wouldn\'t learn to be able
that death
you can only cure
with silence
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