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NaPoWriMo #23

I say I am Pessoa or Pound A faceless woman sings while standing on my soul. A drowned siren begs for alms. A child, a beaten dog beneath the hail,* cries. An unforgiving hand tortures my wrist, e isso me leva à morte.* *Canto LXXXI BY EZRA POUND *And it takes me to death