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A Latin American Urban Legend Or perhaps a misguided truth. It is a merciless beast according to those who speak, Preying upon lames, upon sheep. It watches from the bushes in the cloak of night
Chasing live vessels filled with blood Hissing rabidly into the night Under the moon, hunting heedlessly
Am I really a monster?  I mean, I don't think I am. So why do people always Run?   They do not actually run. What I mean is mirrors break,
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