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sâmbătă, 10 septembrie 2011

to live unceasingly in those instants before drowning

people often say too much presence is overwhelming,
but most of them are consumed by the lack of it.

such a horrible irony,
to be ripped to pieces
by the silent, the indifferent, the nonpresent.

such a strange paradox,
that nothing moves more violently inside one
than what one has lost.

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