hen And now as my quiet
den of shadows and presences.
Maybe one day will hatch the eggs, and children will tell you
monsters, and lively eye
imprinted on my face, and follow me Zompi
mom without having to rest, and hunger
roderanno my thighs
stupid soft clucking.
I just know that I
brood to hatch any body know,
to rejoice in the small kennel rest.
bites but I do not give life.
(Fear,-I confess-I failed).
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