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The sea. The blue tropic
that employs a metaphor of the sensation
of being in bed
with the guider of your future.
58
I want you. Half of me
and half of the others that I imagine
are much further than my dreams.
I want you.
You are the rim, the glass is lacking.
81
There used to be way to get into your heart
the insidious sidewalks of the streets
fear the way to my house
when I sink my teeth in your lyrics.
99
We were
two advantaged women,
for a few days on that street
where I joined the species
that was the toast of everyone. The joy
of not knowing how to be distilled
into a compact memory.
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