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lipstick, haloed scars, dislocated wishes...

Locked in a lighthouse
full of melancholy windows...

Quietly afraid
of the wind howling breaths away...

(January 27, 2011...

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6/18/2011...

Each day the delineation of a sultan tailgates
her; is a prince what she was supposed to...

Sometimes I wonder if I'm only good for keeping my...
expressionless, not replying because maybe if I...

I summoned you as if you were
a call away from Barcelona...

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I am the sun's dance...

Remnants of a glimpse
to leave my eyes...

I wish I could forget yesterday,
legs curled in...

Every summer
a burden of memory...