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Mark Barecki

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Mark Barecki

Abstract

Saint

Saint

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Am saint

Holy man

I know all feel enough

My breath first any treasures belongs to my golden mind


Am evil

Who cares

Dear Lord you know me

I wish but I can't

Survival cost a lot of pain

Am full but never stopped

Desire grows

More and more


Am saint!?

Do I know for sure?

Hands are red covered by some blood

I fail...but at your house

Always my ego tell me

You are fine


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