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This is for when I hurt you that afternoon a year ago with the knife in my boot I was doing bad alcohol with Benzedrine so as not to sleep under the lights I liked you, you know, Virginia, those were days of hard life, you smiled at me without mercy and you couldn't see that fear took away from me the freedom not to love and it is because of this pain of love that I hurt you on a historic afternoon and now I miss you I swear I dream at night your cries your white thighs clash with the pornographic women hung by the others kept here with me the institute is good for us love in five years where will I go? and who will you be and who will we be? outside the reformatory the lives lost as joy gone forever as fashion what is it that makes us prisoners? it was a badly cut dose the humidity shocked me but I retained a certain style I looked at you with irrational happiness with the caress of the heroine who cradled me will you forgive me virginia? you said goodbye to your friends you were a goner my little one when I told you mi do you recognize? I am that That non ride May in the old school... and sweetly I gave you my violence, my moment of glory