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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