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it’s
never the same
Cristina Dascalu
it’s
never the same
the days marching
good obedient soldiers
reporting in front of the sergeant year
it’s never the same
the flame the candle burning
on my tired retina
and the air smells honey
the evening the velvet
shadows my dreams back in time
i have to contradict you
again bodies are
important but they are not all that we have
my thoughts like breasts plunging
it’s crispy summer
UBV protection
protection against the radiation of your eyes
you took the shoe
off i’m old enough
to know that Cinderella is just
a story even if you
wish it could
be…
it’s never the same
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