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Jun 2015
Her
She made me feel the void
were my lungs can’t find my chest.

You ******* peach-lined sky!

The intensity in those eyes—
it smells like morning dew and art.
Nefarious watercolor concoction
of beauty from the inside
(sigh).
Feels like a stroke
because it turned my heart
into a bully of its own feelings.
Dulce Ivonne
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Dulce Ivonne  Mexico City
(Mexico City)   
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