Tailors, if you are,
beauty dress my anger.
Pedro Córdoba
Casariego Syllables teeth hidden among the trees fall
write on the yellow earth
phrases
crackling blaze nude as runaway pyres
brave little pocket Bibles
All truths that are hosting your eyes
if poverty were flying in the wind
if the wrong woman bring
if the wrong woman bring
heaven new storm easier if you bleed
No words
Silence
me and you the mystery and music that grows
almond trees are opening to your scissors
urban rain roofs
mourn we cherish this ash Blessed
that hurt us and we
covers like a blanket or simple
tender for all this smoke does not know
lost
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