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La Tombre Sin Nombre

La Tumbra Sin Nombre
The Unmarked Grave

The mother of plantains and holy thoughts
She shifted in the underbrush to avoid the guerilla
soldier's gunfire.
Still, now she is bones and a cross necklace.

'One day the evil will not rule and she will rise.'
Un dia el mal no va a globema y que se elevara.

Elevara.
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Annabel Lee