Title: Opcional

Text: Death is real. Someone's there and then they're not; and it's not for singing about, it's not for making into art. When real death enters the house, all poetry is dumb. When I walk into the room where you were and look into the emptiness instead, all fails. My knees fail, my brain fails, words fail. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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