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I dream of cemeteries and ghosts with hoarse voices invade my mind at one point in the night...An unfinished bottle of flesh
makes its way into consciousness that loses its outlines… I scatter my torn nerves
around you. And time will make my life be just a moment and my name an evil word, from the pain a short cry… But I will not pray and you will understand that
pain is time and time is love!