(The photo is of the facade Ray The Scribe, in Córdoba) "I dragged the wind
with only anger in my voice.
needed to feel vertigo
in my own vocal cords.
Throwing the stone is lodged in the throat
way
dead bird.
needed to avoid silence
wearing my words.
Hurricane
So on my lips.
why suicide.
And after death.
Life "
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