birds we had at the peak flying pieces of us. Skin, flesh, viscera. Even an eyelid. We won! All of our plans to leave the pit had been a success. On this day, ten years ago, we burned coniferous forests, asaltábamos stations, wore beaming smiles and wedding shirts. Did not suspect that we drink or choke the bile, ground water, liquid developer. Not that we would become two-headed monster. But we grew the nails. We sharpened their teeth. We entered the mouth of the cat. And the only way to show our kindness was the failure. An alleged failure and full of sadness, emptiness, loneliness.
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