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my lungs are filled with dust and asphalt
with relics and the reek of human bones our flesh smells like another one’s flesh and a slimy liquid drips on the skin that hides traps behind it some are afraid to take off their raiments that cover their purity and the animal body which keep them prisoners I’m afraid to take off, not my raiments, but my body which kept me in a carnal fortress being afraid of curiosity and filth the stench of their soul smothers me and I feel so much more like it enters in my body to devour my mature lung I open the windows of my treasure to see the green of the sky and the blue of the trees through glasses of steel that enslave me in the cellar of my spirit then I close my windows because I have seen enough of the lands that give me a bitter taste and a wretched impression with every day passed: humans are walking dead on their feet smiling cheerfully in shiny illusions
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