–from a Line by Roberto Bolaño
I am dying with many things to say.
Do I have to speak? I know you know
My love was like mist thrown from the waves.
When I die, you will have many things to say.
Once more, my love, I will not obey.
March can be hushed and covered with snow.
I am dying with many things to say.
Do I have to speak? You know what you know
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