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The Numb Voice

I look for my agged hands, they´re tied.

I look at my weighty feets, they´re so fucking tied too.

My body is so much impresioned but

The soul, Ah! the soul doesn´t want to feel like that.

I let it go, and it flies towards what
remains of my self, it makes a world with pieces.

Then I look for hands again, they´re still tied.

I look at my feet again, they´re so tied as well.

My body is so much impresioned but

The soul, Ah! the soul doesn´t want to feel like that.

I let it go, and it flies towards what
remains of my self, and then I smile because.

I can still feel alive when I get up,

My dark and numb voice!

I can still feel my soul in the entrails,

in the entrails of the weighty dreams...

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