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neath sooner than

an armpit ,reef below

.ah clouds pillowed

out the mouth nest

led fork hides

yr rising shirt the

horizonte was el

fin del aire o el

air agua era

amortajada en

las murallas

piedra caliza

  

...qui tangue et lève un noir beaupré.

- José-Maria Heredia

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pleasant corn

flies a neck

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rough next we

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speaks d

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in the closet

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cement the log

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yr fork re

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tune in

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is the bottle

buried in a

lake will

gun lo mismo

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yer las nu

bes alambradas

pasarán

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