Leonard Ancuta Poems

I invest 17 ron into myself, a bottle of Triumph, a celebration with
a pack of cigarettes in whose smoke I hide my face, the bed, the future.
She invested into a psychiatric book, Predescu,
likes the conclusion that I’m histrionic, hysteric, combined with theatrical attitude
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and if I still have the power to love I will love everything that died
first in myself and I’m buried so deeply in the flesh that the convicts
ask me for theirlast cigarette and last blessing, and the self-murderers
only my nails want to choke on. and if I still have power
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