i was hungry and all the days and all the people in the cafes and all the glasses i would have liked to drink and to break them and my heart burned in turns and the sun was a bad wound that split open like a burnt up inferno and the sky like the shredded tent of a poor circus and i dream and i smoke and the only flame in the universe is one poor

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