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For Mins by Uriel Tovarlike a september's kiss
you held down the rain with your stare
swallowing all desires
into your charming abyss.
your smile
glows like a blue moon
flourescent but distant
plastered against
a still black landscape
drawing down into
the palm of my hand.
your tears are sweet
and fatty gumdrops
that get stuck in my teeth. 02/12/2007 Posted on 02/12/2007 Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
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