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I gave up the laments of loneliness I sold sorrow to a woman with calloused hands In my palms, the kisses of days never lived My kites rise from the inconsistencies of the past My worries, on one hand Living is resisting, despite everything Where is someone who knows how to value things? You cannot tell, From the color of their hair, whether a man is a man Whether a woman is a woman.