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Nov 2015
I wish it were you
With whom my heart flew
Whose contours I drew
When love would ensue

Whose tender touch
Marked wet skin
And whose blood lips
Yearned for a caress

Whose sun-streaked hair
And eyes of honey
Kissed the soul
With a touch of heaven

Whose comfort I’ll never feel
Whose pain I’ll never know
Whose wishes I can’t fulfill
Whose scent will fade

Into death with her love
Luis Lezcano
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