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Jun 2015
She resembles a make believe song
As if my sorrow for the staircases
Of the ocean
Blue because the nymph stretches
Around the ring of perfection
When the world was as dull as a sink
When the sky looked like a pillow
Trembling behind the doors of ***
As if the leggs weren't enough
To ask for a second meal
The hand cuts the melancholy pear
Swift and shinning pear
Before the branch broke in half
Luis Mdáhuar
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Luis Mdáhuar  Mexico
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