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Jul 25, 2006, 6:08 PM

Poetry

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Ухание,трепет,
бадемов аромат,
топла прегръдка...
убийствен копнеж,
догаря свещта,
аромата на восъка
тлее,
а как ухае пламъка в пожара.
Докосват се дланите,
опиват се всички сетива
...злокобно,
провира се в мен ...

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