Historias de Puertos, Puentes y Fantasmas
17 de julio de 2010
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar
Her eyes are
tunels.
Her skin is
ice.
Her arms are
branches
that drag you down.
But be careful
because
tunels have
light at last,
branches might
take you higher
,
and ice cracks
when it falls down.
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