If you knew Don Camote, whoever you are
You'd respect Him for a second at least.
Don Camote's "not God" though He was killed,
We sometimes meet.
And a heart became like two hands covering a candle flame.
Beyond Rhyme for now,
Life and Death,
Stand guard for that Seed.
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Author:
Michael Pacheco (
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