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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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In a world full of wonders boredom was invented
I donât know what I will do with the fondnesses that will come every time youâre at the other end of the knife I feel inside of me a sort of secular fatigue accrued in the genealogical tree wealth of dark evenings that my forefathers - likeable plebeians â spend near the hearth I suffer the most of historical diseases rivers of journeys for the stomach invade me with astonishing interrogations blindnesses of happiness in a many hours coma when I levitate on the spot like an eagle without prey I feel myself in a leeway and cover the sidewalks with turtle slowness at the hour when the colours are grey and the adventure desire dies stumbling on the nightâs fall I will let you see me by your own image taking advantage of attributes and macerating the logical order of my feelings I will like myself in a daily that dies ripped by the regularity of some âgood dayâ and âgood nightâ the poem which I thought to say goodbye through remained in an inkpot maybe thatâs why I donât do shopping for the whole week I never know what I wish for the next day
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