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A Living Corpse
At age three
I dreamed.
Of lands full of sweets.
Of an endless coloured street,
stretched as far as I could see.
I dreamed of my toys,
that entertained me with their noise.
I dreamed of everything and more.
I dreamed.
At age ten,
I heard.
About wondrous lands that decorated the earth.
Of all the plants and birds,
our Mother gave birth to.
I heard abo...
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