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Bryan Amerila Apr 2016
I followed you here.
I saw you.

The promise of eternity,
too tempting to decline.

The flowers of that caballero tree  I saw
earlier this morning

draping my way to your heart.

So inevitable their falling, one by one
those flowers, their petals.

Witnessing, conspiring,
Soldiering on!

Like true caballeros

Look!

They followed me here.
They saw you.
April 07, 2016

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