Best With Spite Poems
My Fake Memories With SpiteAs 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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with spite, imagination, memory,
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Prose