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Monday, May 16, 2016
Dorin Popa writes
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL
I couldn’t find you anywhere – you were everywhere I couldn’t meet you anywhere – you were meeting me I was trying to detach my things neatly from everybody else’s and late I learnt that I was living for you and through you I had come down from adolescence
with a guilty look I was pallidly dreaming of elopements from the Seraglio I wasn’t meeting myself any longer – you were meeting me!