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THE TUBERCULOSIS OF THE EPOCH
It's a sick epoch, lungs hit me with coughing
My own lungs are getting sick with love.
My own body hits me with diseases
My own body is like a clock of our time.
Diseases attack me repeatedly
I'm plucked many times, so loud.
It's a sick time, I want to love more
and my health gets worse.
Violent coughing shakes me
I, who loves to shout, am losing my voice.
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