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He lights my cigarette upside down,
happy to support a lethal habit
to see me sooner.
I turn myself into a ship captain and dock at every port, where my lovers are waiting for me.
At first, you want to be so beautiful that everyone who sees you has to love you. Then you say, hurt and suspicious: but do you only love me because I am beautiful?
You’re sexy you tell me while I’m full of sweat
And undermined by effort
I feel subaltern because I don’t have what I need, which is a lot of consciousness
To manifest my longing for the light, I say to the one I know best: I’m leaving and I’m never coming back.
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