Gotejamentos vermelhos de meu queixo onde eu tenho comido. No todo o sangue, em nenhuma parte perto de tudo, limpado fora de minha boca.
Os clots do mess vermelho meu cabelo e o tigre, o bfalo, sabem.
Eu era um assassino. Sim, eu sou um assassino.
Eu venho da matana. Eu vou a mais. Eu dirijo a alegria vermelha antes de mim da matana. Gluts vermelhos e funcionamento vermelho das fomes nas manchas e nos sucos de meus ossos internos: Os gritos da criana para uma me e mim sugar gritam para a guerra.
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