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Photo: Josema *
come
From there, where hope.
A handful, even with his teeth
time.
of the skin as it approaches the desert
water. Naked
both amber and palaces, fingerprint
living in our last word.
come
From there, where hope lives
and white as salt and wet.
So tiny.
But it was on the mountain, if not before. Where the green
Finally, we started talking.
A handful, even with his teeth
time.
of the skin as it approaches the desert
water. Naked
both amber and palaces, fingerprint
living in our last word.
come
From there, where hope lives
and white as salt and wet.
So tiny.
But it was on the mountain, if not before. Where the green
Finally, we started talking.
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