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The dove is filled with spilt papers, its breast is stained with erasers and weeks, with blotting paper whiter than a corpse and inks frightened by their sinister color.
Come with me to the shadow of administrations, to the weak, delicate, pallid color of the chiefs, to the tunnels deep as calendars, to the doleful thousand-paged wheel.