"Sezonul scriitorului t(re)a(c)ut" sau "Ce a mai ramas din mine" (printr-o poezioara pe care nici n-am fost in stare s-o scriu):
"I used to be a writer.
I feel like it was just a season of my life.
I can’t write anything now.
I sit and stare at a paper and pen like it’s foreign to me.
I write in my head but I can’t get it down.
Here, I tried:
you
you
you."
"Whispering Bones", de Drew Hairgrove
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