'm crazy
writing you
Love Light
Let your eyes trace
When you look
And smile
Hide
In the curved line
Black your hair.
Orate forging
Fingers
pieces of soft clay
trying vainly
Get your beauty.
guess pinto
On the canvas scented
From the desire
The Pink your flesh
Matiz unattainable
Where once
tried to fuse my skin
To miss
Amongmemory before
Al after you
and sanity ...
Gabriel Cordears
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