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Under the mattress much more
The day does not come back, you say, but only
his wound, blood
that let the sun when he collapsed at
far
every body forgotten
want to know if something exists
underground, which brings a lot of substance or
nothing but a shadow, motionless as a stone
maybe the hope is that
gash in the flesh
a spark without a future
in memory
do not say, when you leave, that c '
is the day that dies.
(Claude Esteban, Anthology poems To open )
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