I am convinced that I am not the first
who expects to have his head scraped,
to be fed with chemicals
and led like sheep to the slaughter.
They will butcher my flesh
despite the beastly appearance, I know,
but I will enter the mill
with the certainty that they will extract
the best of me.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
