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At first,
it was only a sound,
an angry scream,
and the sky was awake:

I, alone, saw her skin,
white and pure,
turn to ash.

While tears washed my face,
I felt her cry.
I felt her scream.

I, too, fell with her.

At the bottom of the abyss,
she merely laughed, and left.
I, again, was alone.

- Alejandro Bonfil