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Apr 2020
I blew love into you.
It looks pretty
Things were healed in you
And now my lungs are left with no air

I didn’t take enough in
I have to leave for oxygen
I don’t want to go
This is my garden
My lips point to you
I blew love into you

If you share your fruits with someone else
I hope I’ll breathe with gratitude
I can’t love you on empty
But I love you
And I love me
So I leave
Negra
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Negra  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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