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a blue neon cross on the toweris shining over manila's streetswhere they are standing and sellingtheir breakable dolls bodiesshe said she is twelve years oldand her name is arleneon her left forarmare some small scares to seebeutiful faces and the call of the flash40 dolars for a life without choicewhen the trip is abatingand a sober coldness through her body creepsshe has the feeling to set her bodyfrom that crawling skin freeso arlene cuts at her armsa fast cut with the razor bladeempty eyes look tired and depressedunnamed glow in the eyes of namelessbut ghostly white faces are still waitingblow up forever the fat old folks
I wish to hear a voice that shoutsthey should be sent into hellthey should be sent to the swordoh arlene don't cut yourselfno more cutsno danger to death nono more cuts
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