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Misreading and Noriega Varela

Humble song Sweet-smelling April breeze Ethereal clouds Go with you. Humble stone Lost in mud Wounded by sun Becomes a star. Black branches Touching sky Paint themselves Celestial blue. Drop of dew Trembling light I see sun Inside you Humble … Continue reading

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