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I know not how to thank you enough, my Roberto Bolaño
When I am walking over to you
I just want to hold the low day
But you give me further suns
I know not how to thank you enough, my Roberto Bolaño
When I am walking over to you
I just want to pick the children
But you gave me your heirs, instead
I know not how to thank you enough, my Roberto Bolaño
When I am walking over to you
I just want to find a simple blankness
But you gave me no form, no hands with which to take you
Friday, December 26, 2008
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1 comment:
I've done a few of these and they all wind up sounding as Lorca-esque as this one.
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