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Oct 2015
Move me with your silence
Move me with your pause,
Move me with your poetry
Move me with your jaw,
Move upward
To my body
Clothes
And all.
Move down
Lower,
Between my-
Not there you slob!
Back upward now
Kiss this gentle forehead
It's getting late I won't debate
When I was with you I knew I was
Dead.
A Lopez
Written by
A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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