HERNANDEZ, Miguel
    
      
    
      
    
      
    
      
  
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               your unwavering clarity, and the signal of your steps. 
            
               the bread of your word, and the warmth of your company. 
            
               I am lacking your substantial kisses, and I am dying of May. 
            
               to soothe the brow of thought 
             that ruins me with its perpetual ray.
            
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