Cristina Musat Biography

The inner living sum roams
within the places that I pass
and the faces which I match
to the unknown
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It was spinning that I did.
Trying to enchant myself
and transfigure,
to become.
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Boughs of dead tree tops

Scraping silent winter skies –
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You struck your palm illegally upon the fog-milked glass:

Brutish, instinctual, no real reason:
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GOT UP.

After drinking some of my so-to-say Victoria coffee, just spent some time with my folks. Deceiving. Inside only; pass the butter, see what this lemon here does for the papadie tea? Oh yea, not a bit of sourness. Great meal. Better than those omelets, had some eggs yesterday.
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