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Cant del Mignia
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A wound in the corner of the paper
Every letter of the poem,
Or an incomplete line
Hidden behind the pencil and the page
Is the stain of a mouth
And in the midst of this dark, obscure jungle,
There is a point that breathes,
And eats, and drinks and walks,
And struggles to stay alive.
The incandescent point is
Simply, the voice of a lizard.