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Dumitru Crudu
BOTTLES OF VODKA
empty bottles of vodka of kefir empty lots of them I’m drinking beer seeking you among them last night it was dark my mouth grips the rim of the beer mug the bottom of the glass is cold it’s dry I open a tin of spam
crawl in
FLESSEN WODKA
er zijn heel veel lege flessen wodka lege flessen kefir ik drink bier ik zoek je tussen de flessen vorige avond was het donker mijn mond wijd rond de pul de bodem is koud hij is droog ik open een blikje cornedbeef en
wurm me erin
STICLELE DE VOTCĂ
sticlele de votcă de chefir goale goale sunt foarte multe beau bere te caut printre ele astă noapte fusese întuneric cuprind cu gura halba fundul e rece e uscat deschid o conservă de carne mă
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BOTTLES OF VODKA
empty bottles of vodka of kefir empty lots of them I’m drinking beer seeking you among them last night it was dark my mouth grips the rim of the beer mug the bottom of the glass is cold it’s dry I open a tin of spam
crawl in
BOTTLES OF VODKA
empty bottles of vodka of kefir empty lots of them I’m drinking beer seeking you among them last night it was dark my mouth grips the rim of the beer mug the bottom of the glass is cold it’s dry I open a tin of spam
crawl in
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