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Pablo Luis González
A child
Then, there, a child I was,
on forgotten folds I laid,
the milky sheets betraying
the clarity of the space.
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Immersed my being was
in sharp colours, all warm.
bottom of page
Then, there, a child I was,
on forgotten folds I laid,
the milky sheets betraying
the clarity of the space.
​
Immersed my being was
in sharp colours, all warm.