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To live means to stay awake
to verify whether memory
liberates you from the screw vices
when I seem to be happy
the executioners begin to question me
so I confess that it’s not true
to pull me to their guillotine.
It seems to them that they were
betrayed if you die they don’t deny it
and even if you weep you drink
the poison you drink it even if
you’re bleeding crossbred, bastard
executioners you feed their canine tooth
in the despondent dark. You suffer,
you’re ill and again you suffer terribly,
you live, you poor monkey.
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