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I have being defeated before, run over in the long hours
Of brickmaking, tied to the new wall and battered in wet cement
I have given up before, long after my hair was thick and dark
And my impolite fingers threaded the waiting times of the night
I have being guilty before of balancing in my so small nose
The powdered frogs of submission and comfort
I have failed and i have failed again and i have failed with no remorse
Unapologetic, a small body immersing in the rotundus sea of people
Like a used teabag, the soft boundaries blending in the pile of debris
That is the making of this sedimented life.
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