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It's like a crime wave.
The shuttle of a glass of bar.
Passing things.
Painful.
How could I describe something so abstract?
How could I name something so dirty and immoral?
Two bodies.
Two souls.
An entity suffering.
Free ultraviolence.
Free on condition.
Unconscious.
Involuntary.
Unpunished.
A human nature.
A body.
A possession.
My sky!
My purgatory!
Smiles,
sickly just to imagine.
hysteria
is blood that runs cold.
And finally, a mercy.
Perceptive at the most oblique look.
There is no denying.
Perceptive at the most oblique look.
tears only make things worse.
It is an adulterous woman who lies for money.
It is a rapist walking free, victim of his own savagery
There are few who are freed.
There are few who care.
Exposure to ridicule.
Parade of freaks.
So usual, so banal;
The reality reflected in a dirty mirror,
where everyone is sane.
How could I describe something so abstract?
how could I name something so dirty and immoral?
It's like a poisoned arrow;
punching background.
Lethal.
Painful.
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