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Victor Cueva May 2018
Beyond my control
There is a world
with resignation
and no liberation

Where every corner
it seems a hopeless future
with frivolous people
following one goal
destroying one another
with cold blood

Autonomy
slaved with economy
and all my desires
are unsatisfied
with this poison
romantically
represented as love.

— The End —