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You're like creating a new piece

biting into my favorite release

playing in the rain you,

my sun, my morning coffee.

Seizing all stories,

because food is your territory.

The old glory of a friend like you,

seeing your face

brings me back to what was good

What a scene, turmoil in my abdomen

I'm roaming, yet I've chosen you above all truest moments.

Andrea dC. Mendoza


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