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JMJust Me
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JMJust Me
Not ordinary...
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Just Me
Sterp
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Just A. Bunny
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Tudorica Laura Oana
nascuta: 16 iunie '85; Craiova; Inca in viata!
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GNGeorge Nasturica
just_me
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Gabriela Radoi
"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)
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FNfara nume
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ana ana
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George Nasturica
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Green shop
de Neptumo
Green shop Ok,my mind is not clear all the time And,yes,I know people with good eyes which can not see And,ya,I\'d like to touch my bones from inside(an absolute pleasure) As I like to feel words...
A spirt passed before me
de George Gordon Noel Byron
From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled - Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine - And there it stood, -all formless -but divine: Along my bones the...
Screen
de raluca gavrilescu
May every teardrop falling deep Footprint your smile And save your sleep May every sorrow fade behind Cause memories make people blind And rains of now which never end Should take your touches by the...
Hard times, babe, hard times
de Da
Hard times, babe, hard times, Tududududam I`ve got no hoe in my house, No one to drink with, just a mouse, No one to hug, just a bug, Hard times, babe, hard times, I see lots of cunts all around, I...
we are...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
The skies who fell apart, are the holes who started the beatings back in our heart... We\'re all children of the same death wretched desciples of the same faith fading and growing so great with our...
The Witch of Coos
de Robert Frost
I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...
Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
de Comte de Lautreamont
Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...
No stress: 48 de ore și 45 de grade
de Roxana Sonea
Just for laughs Un stres nu vine niciodată singur. Așa s-a întîmplat pe 25 noiembrie 2008, cînd a avut loc balul bobocilor. Sigur că n-am vrut să mă implic, dar pînă la urmă am ajuns sa fac scenarii...
Tourniquet
de Brian Hugh Warner
she\'s made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil silver tight like spider legs...
A murder of one
de Radu Herinean
Blue morning Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn\'t have to mean you\'re on your own Your can look outside your window He doesn\'t have to know We can talk...