I am not an ideal idealist
breathe the sun
and eat its light
seasoned with dirt
tasty!
still beautiful face
a fence designed for everybody
I will walk in swim suit
get hit by the truck
survive from billions of explosions
and the smell of skin burning in the heat of middle east
which reminds me the kiss from a donkey
and the softness of its shit
immerse into a sink of blood
salty
or just bloody, maybe
and it is red
and it is mosquito
and it gets dark
and it is black
and it is dirt
y nada
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