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She phoned to tell she couldn’t get out tonight
because her mother saw Jesus again this woman lies to me at least three times a day she says she adores me in the middle of the night because only then I am beautiful and less of a loser the crazy woman lies that love worms her belly and that she got last night my dialect in her heart she hits me too, the savage I feel a monster being born before my eyes it nearly speaks -it smiles to me- she spits in her round and soft left breast that I didn’t see for a long time what lies she’ll come up with tomorrow ?
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