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Hope E
Poems
Jan 2017
-prayer
I can smell the bones of my ancestors
Brown hands in brown Earth
Assimilate this broken soul
into ground from hence it grew
Perhaps death will be pleasant
The first time I acknowledged death as a companion and not a nuisance
#old
#morir
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