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vaquero's dream


 

Callus on my hand bleeds into wire

Stitch a mend that's broken 

Wire me back. 

 

Milkweed spread through,

Path broken through grass 

Lay here.

 

Lace across my fingers 

Painting through sheer 

Delicada. 

 

Nickel hit dime

Quarter till 9 

Spare change? 

Play our favorite..

 

I can't hide

left with open memories 

Recuerdos de nosotros

 

Me siento el calor de tu piel

Quero mas 

Setir tu alma 

 

not right 

Can't feign,

Loose thoughts.

 

I can't forget about you.

But this is now

Not then. 

 

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