Monday, January 13, 2003
The Dictators Comments
Rating: ★3.1
An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
petal that brings nausea.
Between the coconut palms the graves are full
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7/19/2025 1:26:05 PM # 1.0.0
The weeping cannot be seen, like a plant whose seeds fall endlessly on the earth, whose large blind leaves grow even without light. Hatred has grown scale on scale, Great poem, thanks poet.