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A Latin TongueTu mano lays in my war torn hands / Your eyes linked con migo in a summer daydream / As your lips hunger with an animale desire to tear my skin

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May 19, 2013

Lost in youAny voiceless winter morning, / Any brazing summer afternoon, / Any affectionate draft of spring,

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May 17, 2013

I like youI like you; / Simple enough to say, but a feat only few dare take. / I’d rather jump off an airplane.

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May 16, 2013

Taking off his collarTen minutes resounded throughout the vault of his mind. / It was the time set before the big match he was ordered to throw in. / An Italian immigrant, Jimmy was a man of few words.

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May 15, 2013

That boyI see this boy every now and then. / Every sunset and sundown, he walks into my view. / And what I see is a boy lost in a sea of torn faces.

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May 14, 2013

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