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Because they partake of the crowd’s food,
they eat each other, from envy, between two meals, those feeling eaten, they nervously look for another bone to chew. A lot of them quickly regain their appetite from the mixture of smells, they love women without restraint; they lick their fingers together, and recklessly proclaim the others from the profiteers crowd. Old wounds heal, I don’t like any kind of pain, the house where betrayal is consumed has dirty windows. The fear of jumping the hop has passed, people escaped from the crowd; I hear no echo anymore, as a curse from the hell’s caves women who made a mistake, build their soul with marble, those who don’t know how to pray, learn from the poor.
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