Nodding in your farmer
loving belly of tourists,
Retracted soul I am not
Ma'am, I
do not require a safe conduct,
adventurous without endorsement
before you keep me
discover the bristling blood
infinite mud
and
threads on these legs
his
smoking face
in your
field of family lamentations.
In the
dream
gone, my hands orphan,
grateful,
without oxygen,
dying human breath
rest at last, mother earth
I
will go in a flash
to
my excursion nascent.
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