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My own child - from the great Concealer
PARIS - Coyoacan D.F. 8 Dec. 1938 N.Y.
It is six o'clock in the morning
and the turkeys are singing,
Warmth of human tenderness
Companionable solitude -
Never, in all my life
will I forget your presence
You took me to you when I was shattered
and you restored me to a complete whole
In this small world
where shall I turn my eyes?
It's deep immense!
There isn't enough time there isn't enough
nothing. There is only reality.
What once was is long gone!
What remains, are the transparent
roots appearing transformed into
an eternal fruit tree
Your fruits already give scent
your flowers give color
blooming in the joy of
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