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Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala

Coordinator IM & Comm

I'll pay when tomorrow comes today... I close my eyes and this image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pound my brain. His hands reach oyt and choke me and all the time he's mumbling truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough you kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying it will cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.