Pity there is no in-difference-in satisfaction.
Pain
force that breached the wall
rhetoric.
Era.
Comedian end like
twenty-eight stroke
a year.
I may be wrong but confusion
are not polished
are not worthy.
I do not know
touching the bones
lift the veils
I would like to dis-knowing.
E 'tuttto here
shouting for their money.
have the money and no mercy
the excuses that obscure the rights.
guess so.
Wretched vein and skull hot
miserable as I am
between rhymes and ridiculous attempts
truer to say that I can
espolso that he is in the head and died
on the sidewalk with our hot
temporary sadness
apparently mind my voice
without any mercy.
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