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Oct 2020
I open my palms, and try my best to liberate you
but then the wind picks up
and I start to cry
I cannot even hold onto myself
for those few minutes I feel half dead
and sun it feels like it doesn’t orbit anymore
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Los Angeles, CA
(31/Los Angeles, CA)   
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