Luis Eduardo Aute eplogo un poema desesperado

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The morning,
still black with the stars of the night,
vomits the cold of a January that hits
hearts and colic.
barely a heartbeat under the duvet
Tries to sleep, consumed,
above the Night.
Shit!
I can't find the Nolotil
and it doesn't dawn.

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