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Joceline Murga Galeana 
                    
 

there. one powdered heart

 

a brown one, then

another (to be plucked)

 

look look look, go

 

—flutters a

browned heart.

 

a bull's heart

 

there goes a liver’s eye

perched on the ripest heart,

 

another’s uprooted,

 

one yanked from

this itching terrain

murmurs:

 

a stalked heart (a day) plumps

those silhouetted snakes,

 

wherein the canistered umbra,

the waning flocks

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