I am and I do not answer.
I see. It's decided for me
a useless effort and disappears
in the life that rules me.
And I pass, still ... My name
has not matched for a long time
with me if you consume
and so often it escapes me.
The coldest weather moves me
from so much drowning crying
in an almost myth to me.
I live in madness
almost in an inaugurated dream
for a start, my end.
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