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hope
the very last time
we've met in bed
your body said
bye bye
to mine
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some relations
make me feel
like
i have drunk
one beer
and hangover
lasts for years
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***
if you're gonna chasing me
please smell like pine trees
warmed-up by the sun
bowing down to the sea
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darling
why do you care of someone
for whom you are
unimportant
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l o v e   h e r
she's strong
enough to
stay tall
but needs your
p u r p o s i v e    h a n d s
to raise her up
in case of fall
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Sandoval Jul 2017
My universe hung from the tip of his fingers.

As he played my constellations to rhythm
of his own selfish desires.

He created the moon to tame me,
and the stars to make me believe in his magic.

But he forgot one thing, his sun gave me fire,

and his strings gave me strength. My galaxies at last,
had no lengths.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Jun 2017
My soul

is  empty,

the sadness

drained it out.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Jun 2017
You* said you would love me,

until the end of your days.

Well I believe you died not long after that,
and resurrected from stones.

You no longer love me,

and your memory aches in these bones.


*Sandoval
Cherry blossoms from slumber awaken,
As she passes by in blithe, lissome grace,
Only to fall to ground, souls forsaken,
To that mesmerising smile on her face.

Stars adorn her shapely neck as diamonds,
The pale moonlight her fair countenance be,
Rubies glowing from western horizons,
Cast a fleeting blush on those cheeks shyly.

I bow down low to this divine spectre,
Trampled blossoms by her feet are Incense,
Hitherto abandoned pen, gold Sceptre,
Myrrh of heart’s blood, become my obeisance.

From the God Himself I seek forgiveness,
For, my verses have made love to His Goddess
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