and you never write me letters
and you never sent my sweaters
so i could stay warm
when i was without you.
without you i don’t have…
a place that’s safe from
all the monsters
that hide in my head
and sing me to sleep.
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Esto es un desparramo de vivencias diarias y la oportunidad de hacer más que pública mi vida privada.
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