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Miaow-miaow
I hanged here
Like the belt
The leather kind of sourish jelly
The flint
Make the smoke of me
Stop your fire
Or burn if you´re young

The man always has everything
Closed
My poor visionary is closed in the
Poem

Miaow-miaow
The child of the warm place
Shut up your mouth
Or he´ll eat you

I hanged
Like on a cross
On the fresh linen
An easy boy
In the heart of the cold walls

Miaow-miaow
The trembling of the stereos
La
La
Lovely
I´ll taste you whole

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