Redemption

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I would have done the same things
Even if there were no death
I will not be held like a drunkard
Under the cold tap of facts
I refuse the universal alibi

Like an empty telephone booth passed at night
And remembered
Like mirrors in a movie palace lobby consulted
Only on the way out
Like a nymphomaniac who binds a thousand
Into strange brotherhood
I wait
For each one of you to confess



Credits
Writer(s): Irene Sanchez
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