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Feb 17
The incompleteness is the reason for life.
To be complete is to be inert,
And to be inert is to not exist.

The need is the origin of every movement,
The dissatisfaction is the hurricane,
Food with no soul
To eat up steadiness.

It is no wonder
That to the condemned
Movements are restricted
In a premature
And with no redemption death
Danilo Brito Steckelberg
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Danilo Brito Steckelberg  29/M/São Paulo
(29/M/São Paulo)   
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     MicMag and Damien
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