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I Cry Myself Alive
I don`t trust my mother. She came into my life without notice. She left without notice. The poem needs strong hands, violent betrayals, I think she said. Good things happen to you. You have women who wrap up your skin. You have friends who know your name,I think she said. I know the indefinite things and I will write from my memory the bibliography of death. I am a pathetic show and I have the destiny of a seaport. I cry myself alive and I strongly laugh of myself...
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