a black and white photo of Ponce takes its place
elsewhere or if not trees my ficus will come with me.
some ties just will not tie (before we leave)
a paper rose twisted, smelling of lavender, coming undone.
the day I carried it home on my lap. atlanta
a self-portrait. your reds, yellows and browns
dream in turquoise hoping. everything will happen
elsewhere or if not trees my ficus will come with me.
some ties just will not tie (before we leave)
a paper rose twisted, smelling of lavender, coming undone.
the day I carried it home on my lap. atlanta
a self-portrait. your reds, yellows and browns
dream in turquoise hoping. everything will happen
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