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I don't know...
I don't know if the poet's dreams are inert,
if dishonesty surpasses the truth
I don’t know If before that twilight
the hours paused
and their shrieks burst out
I grope my way along the road,
finding a dungeon at every step;
the voice of hatred surrounds me like fire
taking root very close to me...
I don't know what I want to be and for what;
in what...
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 6:29 pm
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