I cut my body
In so many pieces
From the morning
To the next morning.
And so many people
Are enjoying so many cuts,
Without interruptions.
No one dares to
Touch me here and there,
And they cover their wings
With the sky and
They stay in stillness
While I cry,
Not in pain, though.
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