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Oct 2014
Breeze dances me around
caressing, it takes me.

Farther, yet come.
But it's whistling is strong

That young man's croon
where played pain away.

Why don't I stray then?
flew into the farther...
...November.
Antonio Fonseca
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Antonio Fonseca  Guatemala
(Guatemala)   
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