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POES�A
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DOVE
You touched me today with Your finger
To rest in peace came the dove to me
A rat with wings gifted
Opened my soul to Your beautiful sight
Her feathers made her look pretty
Her claws were by her hidden
under her tired body; her body hungry of resting
Thank You for letting me know her;
Her suffering's on my mind printed
Her partners annoy her while sleeping
My partners make noises to scare her
And she stays looking at me while listens
My pencil caressing a sheet
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Por EGM (2007)
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