the moon still passes the night crossing borders without passport children in dog cages shiver under aluminum blankets on the wrong side of the river thirst a constant mirage hunger a black noun the moon knows they only want a familiar lullaby the cradle of their parents arms there are no stars left in the night sky these children have wished them all away at night they fall asleep to escape the day in the morning they wake more fearful of the night la luna aún pasa la noche...
  • 2 septiembre, 2020
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