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I'm going out ... Format

I do not know which is more threadbare,

if the faith that I attend,

or greenish gray jacket

I wore

floods in a hundred thousand.

but I will leave the road,

shaved by the razor

has been avenged

on my face

nauseum.

not know what hurts more,

if the time wood,

or the hip bone

that grumbles in the rain.

But I will leave the way

and pierced like a tree,

has not yet launched Caucamán,

but the last time,

for a moment have I seen,

a way

has more than an end. ****