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Aug 2015
Little impressions we do not know
Little impression of love I hope
Little impression of love to grow
If it comes and takes me home
Little directions to show me where
Little directions of a heart source who cares
Little directions sweetly and fair
Little concoctions of things to touch
Little concoctions of blending love
concoctions fill me and fill me up
concoctions please where are you
To take this place where I'm stuck.
A Lopez
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A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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