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Jan 2014
It won't go away
it negates me
and it remains
imperialistic and entitled
penetrating my nostrils
my eyes
my senses
my memory

this pain
is like that ***** stain
you left on my bed
(it won't wash away)
Xuanito de la Puente
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Xuanito de la Puente  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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