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The man appalls me I despise
neither the ordinary people
nor the sizes nonetheless
they are monstrous cannibals
that have fallen here from a dark
disaster of which they have
no hope that they’ll get out.
That's true. There’s nothing to be done
and one can do nothing to the man.
He’s waiting for a fall but nothing
happens and he goes on destroying
himself with too much hatred.
He knows that he’s condemned
and his mouth is eroded badly
by the filthy erosion of the pleasure.
Out of the memory scintillates
a moment of indescribable happiness.
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