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It was only after I died
that I could actually notice
the legs and hands of Time,
and then I was able to exercise
some whip on me
and also some attenuating,
away from the hunches of crows
of the ominous roasters and the owls,
and also the vultures and the poison
lethal of human baiacus, yes
it was only after I died
that I've really started to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem