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Seven Years Later


Why? Wag of the finger “No, No, No” “You’re not on the ball” All that stands out! No lecture- only words… As light in August, the fading memories- yet the shaking head- brown hair with streaks of blonde, that stupid finger… Why? Hispanic perplexed- in Spanish… Learning conjugation to an end. Or was it those eyes? fierce, emitting… Amusement- Why? All for- Wag of the finger… “No, No, No” “You’re not on the ball” Only flames, burn the flash- There in the corner- Abrir- To open Retention averted.
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Luis.M.Martinez.Rivera

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