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Jul 2013
Only the little things keep me alive
your eyes, and this cigarette
the cup of tea I drink in the morning
and the way your lips move when you say my name.
Only you keep me alive
your hair, your hands and the way they move in my body.
Only you keep me alive, so don't leave.
Carolina Flores
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Carolina Flores  Trc, mex.
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