Wash me of this filth
and keep me clean;
living and desire are heavy burdens
and they wear down the mind
so that a tired mind craves the unpleasant
and drags being into the mires and
unclean grounds.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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