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The breath of the black man.

I hung the bunny

With its cold hands

between her thighs

Ho impiccato il coniglietto

Mentre cercavo

Di schivare le sue premure

I locked and bound him tightly

stared at the blue wall

And the picture with the caricatures

To not understand

I caught the rag doll

took the braids

And he tightened around his mouth

To prevent them from calling for help

I caught the rag doll

I could not even call for help

The locked entry from its perversion

I hung the doll piece

The filth of his thoughts

Spread on top of me

I tricked the bear

Air ears

warm breath on his face

Too close

Too

I tricked the bear

Pratiche adulte

Nell’attesa di Babbo Natale

Ho impiccato l’orsacchiotto

Aveva visto tutto

E sapeva troppo