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I am what they left,
I am all the remains of what was stolen.
A town hidden at the top
my skin is leather so it can withstand any weather.
I'm a smoke factory
peasant labor for your consumption
Cold front in the middle of summer
love in times of cholera, my brother.
The sun that rises and the day that dies,
with the best sunsets.
I'm the raw development
a political speech without saliva.
The prettiest faces I've ever known
I am the photograph of a missing person.
I am the blood within your veins
I am a piece of land that is worth it ...