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- I laid my wounds
- on the table
- and pus and gangrene and pain
- I put the plates and cutlery
- and cuts and tourniquets
- I stopped the blood
- I poured pus from the wounds
- I opened the scars to the air
- and it hurts me deeply
- I cut some wrists
- and I heard knocking at the door
- right rhythm
- perfect harmony
- samba beat
- I lay down on the blood
- I spurted pus and saliva
- let me digest
- by myself
- until I clot.
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