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Jul 2014
Tearing the sky apart,
surfing on clouds,                                
                   aging doubts and cats,
      itching inside the heart
utterly beneath the ground,                                    
                                                  since I was born,
(since you don't care)
                            Let me vanish,
I let you disappear.
Katzenberg
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Katzenberg  Mexico
(Mexico)   
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