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Echo de Menos, a Tí
09 March 2003, at 9:17 pm
When vertical blinds eyes hide the blue horizon outside I hand-cup right ear, left ear cries.Your chords twist tie, side to side to side until wrist across wrist across chest best caressed by inflection in "good night," I love you, disguised.
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