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suicide poem

mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
cuál guarda
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
la señora, su corazón ha dado vuelta al polvo
no se aflija que encima
para poder ver cada lado de cada pregunta
los pequeños rezos blancos
flores de bebés
deje el unsaid encantador de las palabras
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
le cuento con
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente

 



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