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Funeral of a Friend
Candelabra in my grief
The friend lying down in his old custom of dying,
he doesn’t see anymore,
he doesn’t hear anymore,
integrated to his bones
when everything changes with the night.
He’s surrounded by files of women,
where eternity devours us.