How?
Don’t their wives and children
search for them? Don’t they
have a house, a job? I was so curious,
I suspected that some game
of fate fools me, a game that
you have been playing with me
with your cold and hot ideas
that gives me vertigo
in this ravaged pothouse
you have brought me
in this smoky den
Mr. Cezanne.
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