SEPTEMBER Bent over in the metal hut Above the apostolic devil's spells You chew bread pressed against the corner of your palm You gnaw on the air with your nostrils And the lunar butterflies jerk about with their suffering wings The homeless beat at the windowpane harder and harder - September
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Scorpio
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