(on A Sunday Afternoon...) Poem by Horatiu Stamatin

(on A Sunday Afternoon...)

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On a Sunday afternoon, in a state of nausea, the clouds’ moustaches fell down.
Then the clothes of my house hurried into town and played a trick to the man who lost his gravitation.

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