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It's been done before People have shot themselves, for less Deleted their memories on the day They took their own lives From living to..

I am being consumed by life Life is consuming me in capitalism In twentieth century corruption In the politics of corporate delinquenc..

Water, it's not my mouth That asks for water, it's my genes It's eternity in me that sips it It itches dryness Like a woman, like her ..

Seated at the corner of life I saw the fruit vendor near church I saw my ex lover with another man The little blue-eyed bell of my heart ..

How many thousands of years Have raced by, these piles of salt That were once cities, even those Are capable of becoming jewels P..

The sand has lost my footsteps In forms, countless happy steps Tired of the lands I lived in half-warm afternoons Survived the middle ..

In the harvest of your tongue I ate papayas and gazed at guava-flowers In our tropical youth of pulse and cloud It was a super-sensualism of ..

Unique before God and in time Within these lines I trace The many flags of who we were The many loves that I had Rendered eterna..

They say the life has flowed From my body, like love from The fountain of youth That water was my blood That over spilling was my so..

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