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Lily Audra Jan 2017
I can't read all the books,
or be all the people,
or live all the lives.
But I can feel every tone,
shade and hue.

Fill my lungs with mountains,
and grass and skies.
Watch my life branch out like
a moreton bay fig.
Here comes lonely
and blue,
and I'll feel every tone,
and shade and hue.

There's no way out of my head,
so I'll devour the rain,
beautiful and annihilating,
full and terminal.
Every tone,
shade and hue.
Maria Rodriguez Apr 2016
Un rencor que no es nuestro
Un odio viejo

Delicado es el lazo
Entre hermanos

Un moreton
Una ambulancia

Yo de ti ya me olvide
Por un odio que no empese

Mi familia yo perdi
Por algo de que nunca fui
I wrote this 2 years ago

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