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Julio César Paz González
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love lust
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he wanted me to write a love poem but if we don’t love each other’s shit; the daily struggle with the stained seat, the wine-injected gaze, the guts, folding cheap toilet paper into daisies, the smoke coming out of my lips when I think I love then what’s left? for now, this will suffice