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Confession

from On s'Eleven by Pujà Fasuà

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Waiting for the death like a cat that will jump on the bed, I'm so very sorry for my wife. She will see this stiff, white body, shake it once, then maybe again. Hank? Hank won't answer. It's not my death that worries me, it's my wife left with this pile of nothing.

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from On s'Eleven, released February 2, 2013

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