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Psykhē Tetrameter (San Miguel Quatro Kantos)
A man, his self was stayed to put
To see his pride, which is quite defined
He boasts, to quote, to test a will
Behind, a woman watching him
The woman leaves impression then
Her hand had seized his nape and slammed
His head to meet the edge of plane
A skull has cracked, a skin is torn
To tell the man who is now fucked
An ass, a dog, a pig has bled
Repeat: a mess to whom's a pimp?
A she, a bitch? Who says? By you?
The hand that held a nape is wiped
Her eyes now see a spit and blood
Her lips had smiled, no care, as if
Her feet a walk away from man
