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My Fake Memories With Spite
As if I wasn't the best that emerged in those dry lands that begged for rain but received only  filthy blood...

I was a foreigner in my town and later in my own mind, dodging the obtuse company of overbearing parentes, colleagues and friends.

I eradicated...

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Categories: with spite, imagination, memory,
Form: Prose

Book: Reflection on the Important Things