DEAR MURDERER
So what? Still, when I die, I will lie in the earth.
You will pace her and my face.
We will warm up your feet in our soil-palms
and we will caress you as a sun-sprout,
quick, oblivious and deaf,
which has caught the wind in a clew,
and slowly, in a stronger and darker storm,
invisibly wears away.
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