Wednesday, January 17, 2018





caramar

arms' thin stream was
string and stair toward
barking silence raise your
hair was hands' fading
nos sucked in..........................out
your numbers jerk in a cir
cle declock your air's gray
light shivers in a window
.sea of throats beach of skin
█…..the door your shirt walks in


...por la ribera de la mar, vio un batel...
- El Conde Partinuples




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