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Friday
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music was hitting her feathers
and flakes were filled with blood
and she was sold by the piece
a penny a pound
he was longing for her, grasping her foot, her ankle
on which pupils wrote letters full of desires and other drained fluids
he was catching and pulling her savagely
and she collided with music, abraded
her endless mirrors in which the infinite was folded
and her curved hands struck the air with an atheist shout
and her strings snapped with a shiver
[...]
and the suitcase of Buckingham Club
laid yanked, spread
with the clothing reached by the road
and the cracked window allowed the view
of the eddies of dust under
the imponderable
carved sun
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- Petru Teodor
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