La Plaga-C/Monte
May my consciousness with my essence rise and see the one who watches with a sigh of slight relief, why don't you see him, I would like to understand why if you have also cried in a parking lot at dusk, I don't know, sir, why does rum and the purring of cats calm me? at night passing among the serene me under the serene roof writing verses drunk with life that sees me from afar with love and contempt I already paid my price for paying attention to the fool inside me who knew that this would happen feelings in plaster what happened to me that to the cheese and that you see that I write from the front insufficient for those immature people more ignorant than mature I put it harder excuse me if I sound a bit rude because I doubt that duos of unconscious deaf people will sound in the wrong ear forever and I know you understand I know that an entity without identity walks here, walks here without identity, an entity that today will die while my brush with the notebook will laugh together. and the free laugh together next to my brush while today an entity without identity dies on my paper stabbed while I wield the brush of conscience
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May my consciousness with my essence rise and see the one who watches with a sigh of slight relief, why don't you see him, I would like to understand why if you have also cried in a parking lot at dusk, I don't know, sir, why does rum and the purring of cats calm me? at night passing among the serene me under the serene roof writing verses drunk with life that sees me from afar with love and contempt I already paid my price for paying attention to the fool inside me who knew that this would happen feelings in plaster what happened to me that to the cheese and that you see that I write from the front insufficient for those immature people more ignorant than mature I put it harder excuse me if I sound a bit rude because I doubt that duos of unconscious deaf people will sound in the wrong ear forever and I know you understand I know that an entity without identity walks here, walks here without identity, an entity that today will die while my brush with the notebook will laugh together. and the free laugh together next to my brush while today an entity without identity dies on my paper stabbed while I wield the brush of conscience
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