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The dead young woman
who sang her childlike dreams
on the path was eaten by a cannibal
that came down from a luxury chalet.
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An incestuous flower on the land,
which surrenders to the thieves in the woods
a horse crops her.
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The bitches wept
for subversive silence
in the evening they made hostages of them.
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