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Sep 2015
On the dawning horizon, Barcelona.
Above us, a quiet storm rages.
A meter away, Isabel,
with her abyssal draw-well eyes,
Silence as her name,
catapults for legs.

Your name, nothing more.
Your past and life, trivial.
Only your name was important
and I obtained it: Isabel.
It was but a physical infatuation,
completely platonic and surreal.
You whose name I will forget.
Β Β Β Β June 31st
Ralph Albors
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Ralph Albors  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
     Lior Gavra, Xallan, ---, Jess and jia
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