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as Trump galloped past
the finishing post, he found...
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I forgot you
but my broken lines...
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An immigrant pen
found a home in his...
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dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...
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I set fire to dusk hours.
Clouds of poison...
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Eyelids sag, fingers
let loose, bones...
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..at tunnels end, will there be light,
to save us from, this time of plight...
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I am counting the leaves on a tree
birds are still singing...
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Oh mujer, que me has hecho?
Sin tu presencia me siento insatisfecho...
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He/She who fought for my freedom, I thank you.
Every time I see a soldier, I say thank you...
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Without purpose nothing stands a chance...
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A
month of...