Abstract
HOMAGE TO EDGAR ALAN POU
Poe's darling died last night
Stuck in an infinity of loved ones
She asked for dead verses
The freedmen were resurrected for a moment.
Lenora, darling, why is darkness hiding you from me?
The darkness in which I build your court of ideals
She trapped me in a prison of lost words
Our story consists of them
The devil is reading your letters now
Dressed in my suit.

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