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Anshe



Today you go on a sick word
will wolves, dogs, all the names of the week
howl in iron chains unkind APR.
Going to be frozen kidney swollen, fresh new

and flourished nearly, to fall away and land to merge
black dead piece lying under your sole.
For you, I will remain a calendar from the past
brief cry, the echo praising you applause.

Oteri me cell by cell, over the sound of the syllable,
enter not into me anymore rhymes and poems.
I promise not to think neither bad nor evil, not to find fault,
not look back in the ranks of steamy glass,

and quiet to read and pray loudly in the night,
to stop on the trail to catch up, not sparing the heels.
Not burn me nor dawn, nor sunset,
you know...in me even lightning de-energized...

I must as a frigate in the war be sheathed, copper-
not to acquire you in the waters of sweet sentences,
I'm trying to finish myself battle
not lead those battles to unnecessary tragedies...

I'm a chick from a rock going to fall on the evil ice
do not catch me, lay me on ice floe of hay.
I have thee by the throat, ditches, mountains, dreams of the universe
crowded... a Twisted umbilical cord

the neck is thin, to sore and sore throat
too fragile — the palms is trust.
Ache under the skin of my carotid artery
deepened to the base of the steel drill.

Let you go on trembling in the heart the word
no pain, don't fall, don't repent and don't slouch...
ON-ALL-GDA, a considerable segment of beats,
in a life so empty, such a strange, this new...