tal vez voy a decir que no podía mentir a night so cold under slim sheets of stars one thinks of bulbs that might have been buried the hot yellows and reds of parrot tulips in spring él con palabras tan peligrosas con los ojos tan caliente you fall backwards unable to speak, breathing into […]
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