No truce
in the bid
hammer blows
deliver to the highest bidder, the reliquary.
In the nest of birds
fever worms;
inside my notebooks
no deaths
but,
of blue and black the heart.
Still, standing
(remains, of a don't be like that
Disembowel, until there is no one.
The bad habit (accomplice)
and sin in the adjudication.
But,
someone, somewhere, matches.
And the other months, and the others.
Still,
that port exists *
no, Blanca Varela
Queen.
That pawn exists.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/18/2018.
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