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He shall remain here this adored body
like a re-finding of the fervour’s thrown
nest: leaning in the gust of wind we catch
the marvels that still remained concealed,
hidden in the world like a mysterious
sound among the words so that he shall
frighten the suffering and shall gag
the mouth of the one who committed
the defilement that is sieved through
the web of the powders that descend
on the waters lowering the pangs of
conscience. What should you still extinguish
my beloved, in the adored body, the lamp
in the balance of the contradictions
with the poor flame shall remain here
next to this body re-knotted in the shiver
of the destinies leaning over the unique
flame of our hands.
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