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We found ourselves
down by the pond,
and you sat there
with golden suns
orbiting around
your head,
looking serenely at me
as if there were
something to see.
The crown of dandelions
you placed on my head
has wilted, but
the love you left there,
like the glow of us the sun,
has not left me yet.
We found ourselves
down by the pond,
and you sat there
with golden suns
orbiting around
your head,
looking serenely at me
as if there were
something to see.
The crown of dandelions
you placed on my head
has wilted, but
the love you left there,
like the glow of us the sun,
has not left me yet.
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
Literature
No Second Chance
Oh snap, the first words that were said.
I wanted to know everything about you,
And at the time you definitely wanted to get to know me more.
You saw the real me that was at work, happy and fun.
You enjoyed how we were always flirty when you came to see us.
I felt so fucking special that it hurt.
All I wanted to do was to hear your voice on the phone.
Everyone knew, everyone could tell how much I like you but you.
I was the most interesting person that you have met through your job.
Why didn't that last?
Why couldn't I have believed you?
You said I was cute as,
You wanted to take me on a date,
You wanted to just hang out,
You
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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