The Dictators
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An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
The Dictators
The tiny palace gleams like a watch
Hatred has grown
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scale on scale,
The delicate dictator is talking
and join the dead voices
The weeping cannot be seen, lik九*九*藏*书*网e a plant
and the rapid laughs with gloves on
petal that brings nausea.
with a snout full of ooze and silence
and the blue九_九_藏_书_网 mouths freshly buried.
of ruined bones, of speechless death-rattles.
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
blow on blowwww.99lib.net, in the ghastly water of the swamp,
with top hats, gold braid, and collars.
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whose large blind leaves grow even without light.
cross the corridors at times
whose seeds fall endlessly on the earth,
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