Eating bread pan was sitting on the side
an old house very well furnished,
but he was not in a velvet armchair
resting on a Saturday Cloudy
as reported in that story lost in a worn book.
His pants had been slit after passing through a fence;
his heart remained bruised for being in love
and tired, let it rain soaked,
tormented failed
right after all walked
from the late animitas
died yesterday without eating.
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