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Neglect me like the spine of a gutted dog on a Chinese street.
As I lay dead, lifeless and limp, you must not stop,
Wither, whimper, stare or slouch.
Bend, break, cry or crouch.
Dear God, if you read, read of this humble dog.
He seeks not you, but Another.
(The palindrome is too ironic for his taste)
Too bad he can hardly taste anything anymore.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueƱo
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