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Nichita Stănescu
Knot 19 Be aware that I can kill, that I can crush with my heel the sweet head of the peaceful rising star, because of this I've turned to painting houses! Be aware that I take no pity on myself, that I mix my blood with birch trees! I bring this to your attention with dispatch! Watch what you do! Poetry page |
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