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On Loss
It presses my soulsas snowfall in all winter’s dayand I am now opento sudden fallthrough puzzled ravinesfooting unknotted toearth, a day’s illnessfor a sun’s contagion it’s a gift for the common welch,to pass through salonswhere the suggestionof presence runs through… Continue reading
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Soldiers
I have heard the way they speak,the internal churns of their logichow they negotiate distanceand their questions at the gatehow bird call is boon or threattheir binary cutshow they call directionhow they locatethe warnings and the friendships their voices that… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 