Varios
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Heat wave
Listen to the night,Chirping high,Ultrasonic engulfing buzzing b's.Go to sleep to its lullaby,The darkness fresher than the scorching light.Good bye.Dream about me,Feet into the star stream.Mind wandering.
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Botones
De colores únicos,Algunos sin pareja.Otros que danzan en corro.Dulces y apetitosos.Baratijas en el fondo de una caja de galletas.Brillantes tesoros,Cuando uno solo;Lo repara todo.
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Escape
Flop flop flop Up and down.She runs in black pumps.Auch, my toe!Wool unbrushed coat.
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Drizzle
Look around.The gray invades,It blurries the trees.Hides perspectives.The flowerpots flooded,The ground barely sprinkled.Subtle spray to the breeze,Tickling the leaves.Growing the day,The sun beams dissolve its mist.Sparkles of saturated tints,Faded to thirst.And so,It drizzled.
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Lay
Your arms resting flat on ground,Yet your hands give more.Green lace gloves entwined gold and royal blood.Defeated by age or landlords,You lay strong.The rain came and you forgot.Half your root was drinking air.
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Domingo de resurrección
Brillaba el acero en los talones del bronco café.Mientras el hermano Dedos,Fingía pedos de deudas por cobrar.Lidiaba el plumífero,Un hito de barra y le rompía la hostia,Al pobre payo importado del coronel.Y del burdel la vigueta;Crujidos gemía de oropel.En el cuartel sin lavar la loza.Al día siguiente con los soldados tirados.Al primero que despertó,Gárgaras de cerveza lo levantaron en resurrección.
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Antes de la lluvia
Sin adornos,Sobre la espuma del terregal sin hierba.Venus de perla a mediodía.Sonrosada por lo bajo,Nace la primavera.¿Demasiado tarde en mayo dónde no nieva?Los tejocotes tienen su propia agenda. Aquí de confeti blanco, Allá de incógnito entre hojas, La fruta espera.Solo las flores de mayo,Puntuales.Dejan caer semillas negras.
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Ulterior motives
And the command of a peculiar army,Made up of alphabet.For my flag is writing and my vessel lying.
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Domesticating takes a lifetime
She's your faith,I'm your nightmare.I'll twist your words,Finding ways to avoid.Abandonment will mark your trust,And in grief you won't forgive.How I was gone.Her voice is your song,Mine a broken rancour,The forgotten life's tremor.Not a reason to stop.That isn't love.
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Eclipse
All the things I wanted to sayAll the stuff I'd prefer hidden away.Over sharing.Reluctant.Bored and dead.Looking at the moon,Trying for once new stuff.Waiting for it to turn red.Changing a small minuscule thing.Yet, every hour is confused with yesterday.The stars that away.My blood turned into eggs.Is it cold or my head?Too late for tell tale.
