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Oblivion She drinks, forgets the truth Thoughts fleeting, notions The city is a whore Guides me to its dark houses Stumbles Slants Pulls me so I can’t get away from her She forgets the truth Thoughts fleeting Growing old She eats from our trash The whore city wears dull jewellery Looks at me obliquely through one eye She gives birth again She holds me by the hand She wears jewellery Holds me by the hand Follows me so I don’t get away from her Whore city, stepmother She’s got me bound so I can’t get away  today
this world
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