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WAITING FOR MR. BASILEWSKY Deep in the downtown night veins, I was about to start flirting with the mannequins, sending warm kisses through the heavy glass of the store window. All of them were staring...
read moreUNDER THE MOON Let me grab that shy moon shadow before I miss the breeze of it over her velvet skin. What a perfect nightfall to speak up the purest love. Then we found...
read moreTHE ROUND EDGE We all went through the flames. Shaping the annoying feelings in tiny statues in a perpetual and steady row. Tearing off the oily wall paper to make a crunchy ball and finally...
read moreTHE GRAVE CAROUSEL A perfect line of elegant people is going through the cemetery gate. It is their beloved ones’day to celebrate. Every single flower brings colored shadows on the grey and white gravel ...
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