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dorsal a wwind increasive

was a hand claws across

your chest the twisted towel or

,or forking of an afterthought

.dried yr faced thick sluffage

,master of the lizard stone

its eyes slight neck your

luncheon was ,gristly leafage

in your cheek .open mine a

while ,so's dripping teeth

dry the air ,dry the

perforation of your said it all

...a fuerza de pensar me debilito

- Rubén Darío