Ibero-American Poetry has been in my house and has
dump the ashes and broken dishes
Ibero-American Poetry
sat at the table and ate soup
cut
bread and meat and wine depletes
Ibero-American Poetry
crazy in my home off wallpaper
and ripped tiles with nails exploded
windows to her screams pierced the walls
and her lyrics
Ibero-American poetry
plugs pipes knocked the door melted
lights and took her
the
pieces now alone dwell
me and my house is spread on the visits
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