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the unknown never surrendered

to us

By Andreea FelciucPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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while a man talks

about snowfall as

lev tolstoy and the flakes of

snowflakes in moscow

anna karenina I sit

Turkish and wait

smell of white laptos // bazaar of

green-eyed men with cataracts//

while a man talks

about communism and salvation as

bulgakov and about

the love of mosova margaret feel

hurriedly walking on the slab of the body and a

a kiss on the old-fashioned feet

while a man speaks

about people like

andreev and about

the feelings in the tuscan surroundings of tomas magnus

while the curtains pull the fireplaces

go out while a woman sits

on the skin of a bed sheet with

fresh vertebrae marks to

looking at a letter

while the bearish bear grinds in

kopi luwak grinders he tells me

let's stop talking about us

I want you like an Andalusian feeling

my brown hair's best friend to give me

the drawers-back as he did

dali with venus even if I'm not from milo and I still want the dream

Caused by the slips of the shamrock around

lobe before the awakening

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About the Creator

Andreea Felciuc

Operating at the intersection of technology and biology, I am an architect and designer calling for a fundamental shift in the way we design and live, from consuming Nature to augmenting us.

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