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rincondeltraidor · 2 years
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Old Flames
Since you want a bond Be the one who remembers I do the regrets
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Metapoetry 8
I'm done with buzzwords They hollow out what you say A template of smoke
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Anthropocene 24, an Epitaph
We were tiny gods Engines our tokens of life Not undertakers
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Domingos de mayo
A falta de sol Ven a pelar granadas Siéntate cerca
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Post Punk Escalator
Sure you bite no more They play your songs at the mall And I feel welcome
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the commute
blind morning shapes are to be guessed fear them, fear headlights we're primal
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Sin título 166
Trabajo Después de meses Ni sueldo ni horas Pan duro
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Corona Tales 43 - First Lockdown
Corona Tales 43 – First Lockdown
Silent street Lull of blue windows But the folk within A rumble
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rincondeltraidor · 2 years
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Metapoetry 5
My next poem Is always a leaf I try to catch it Blindfolded
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Paycheck Blues
By day 15 Out of patience Out of steam We snap At each other At our stand-ins Restless, grim Afraid To fall behind To not make it Once again Again
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El invierno del '86 v2
El invierno del ’86 v2
Narices rojas bolsillos compartidos como los nervios
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The Winter of '86
The Winter of ’86
The reddened noses As we packed close together We would share pockets
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Mourning 15
Say your i-love-yous No deed's longer than silence No sentence heavier
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Antropoceno 23
Primeros yuyos entre unas pocas grietas tal vez únicos
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rincondeltraidor · 2 years
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Untitled 165
Four cozy pockets Two loud and runny noses Twenty toes stomping
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rincondeltraidor · 2 years
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Landay of the Grandmother
Heart of me, I know when you're around For I sing in my dreams, and there's fire in my limbs
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Sunday in the Park
Sunday in the Park
Lost on my forehead The wind jumps to your pigtails You make it dizzy
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