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Fallen are the leaves of contemplation
as unstoppable as the sun.
These familiar tastes
they never leave,
ever lingering as wine.
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Time is faceless in a sort of cruelty,
inhuman yet not to blame...
I laugh in futility at my own wanderings.
Such meaningless words behind
half-conjured attempts for meaning themselves
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The earth reverberates. I stand solely in its
lamentation, living, breathing in its suffering and
affliction of detachment- your tears are my own,
your blood is in my veins, and your sight is mine
as well. Our ears are one. I shake my head and
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Bellas
Doncellas
Musicales.
Bailan
El clásico ballet
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a sledgehammer to the achilles.
how much longer
can we endure—routine a serial killer
of epiphany, punching time-clocks,
this breath for a pittance—i am losing it,
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Night has flown in on silent wings
Night has built a Bethany of twilight dreams
Stars will soon shine, halo'd screams
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Final stop for the night in despair;
We young lions with frozen hearts and cigarette burned
wrists,
We are cutting presence by sacrifice to declare,
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As the dark distant hills appear to swim,
the song birds silent, now a muted choir,
shadows roosting on a telephone wire,
just there waiting for the night to begin.
In the twilight, evening mist rolls in,
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Te estoy mirando
Esos ojos
Desde adentro de ti
De vez en cuando
Los oigo
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