And what I had was the glitter
his eyes bright blue sky
or those who were sometimes late winter color
I left your hair color and
fall between
caféamarillenta leaf falling slowly from my swinging hands.
left me the steps by the Normandie
the smell of stories in the Cine Arte Alameda
plasmaditos left one by one the dancers
steps between static mobility of these backside winter
there was no need to talk to me if we were reading
look and I loved reading your encyclopedia
saved.
(which opened with a soft cock at a glance)
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