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Aug 2016
I tried to shout with no mouth, no tongue, no throat.
but your ears were deafened by the sound of death,
silence.
I am nothing but beloved dust
You only listened to my steps as I left,
a hushed sound like the trees,
or the calling out of bells out no nowhere, from somewhere,
my distant grave.
*I am nothing but beloved dust.
Nessa dieR
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Nessa dieR  F/N.L. Tamaulipas
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)   
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