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That Horrible Day

on this horrible day who was born stupid with his dawn of setbacks I remembered every scratch on the car's body every slap in the face that life gave me songs that don't fit well you just clean and dirty again that wound that doesn't heal, you know? let's try to have a coffee let's try to eat something, you say, to replace vibration with warm things by the velvety contour of momentary pleasure but only this unprecedented discovery saves me the amazing find of another precipice full of words boiling inside of me.

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