pulsatii

artere bat in piepturi
eminamente guri de aer
vieti se duc in gheare tari
si smide artagoase
zgarie rani
si-mplanta veninul
ce-alina-n zbor picat
intr-un pericol nocturn
din acele momente cand
un punct se-ntrevede intens
pe cer si nu-i film doar
nici supliciu gratuit
e ce-n dar primesti
atunci cand respiri
frica

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