Muertos

I sing in honor of death, the none believe in making dreams awaken, the years will wrinkle as you’ve done. I sing in honor of death - the none begin and end will meet as one. It’s blinding white with eyes so blacken I sing in honor of death! The none believe in making dreams awaken. 

This poem is about: 
My family

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