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Butter-fly fairies of August
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Jack is the hobbit that doesn’t give a shit
that his dirty fangs are filtering the air
the levitation buried in ecstasy is important
when laughing, faced backwards,
sun dies for a fucking second though in that
moment of singularity
the opossum faces stop walking and concentrate
their no-shaped words on my skinny potbelly
on the constantly repaired pavements,
some red other blue,
slags offer him the already used flowers
kisses smelling like hormones
and jigsaws melt in his bitumen mind
for a freaking moment I felt
a déjà-vu...
sun gave us a blowjob
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- Marius Surleac
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Marius Surleac. “Butter-fly fairies of August.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/marius-surleac/poezie/13903792/butter-fly-fairies-of-augustComentarii (4)
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