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I must make sure myself that Iâ€™m alive.
I have to smell a flower, to smash a window,
to cling to people and to stifle them.
To catch ropes by the neck to the most resistant
and to shoot their heads down,
with all my strength. Then, to fall asleep.
To dream that I don't need you,
because you are none, and afterwards,
to make bridges between us, lest I lose you.
To terrify everyone, to break you into
pieces of meat, and to cry aloud.
And lastly, to call you to come to me
lusting for caresses. To not want to see you.
To not know, quite a long time, that I am dead
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