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He was actually fourteen years older than her.
The truck ran over me
And his eyes like two lit matches
They looked at me with fear of entering my life for a while
He wanted to tell me
When I was healing another wound away from the hurricane
That girl really loved me
He stole my heart right away
Almost without breaking a sweat he hit me on the chin
She dominated the times, perhaps, she didn't know it
I wanted to think
While I was panting in my corner he let himself be won over
He slipped through my blind spot
Like a ninja he wandered through my chest
Without leaving me a sign
That thing about being in the air is just heavy chemistry.
It lasts twenty seconds like toad poison
Like El Chapo's escape: perfect, failed, and fleeting
Like its tentacles
Agony has the form of a lion
The tender silhouette of a lady
From my mother in Asturias with her legs crossed
Suddenly I feel like an asshole writing this letter.
Without an address
I often wake up in my house like I'm in a boarding house.
Everyone already knows that I am one-eyed.
How naked I look like an insect
And dressed a gentleman
That thing about being in the air is just heavy chemistry.
It lasts twenty seconds like toad poison
Like El Chapo's escape: perfect, failed, and fleeting
Like its tentacles
When spite presses and bullets whistle at you
When the pocket creaks and the moon fogs up
Don't give me up for dead anymore.
I only have one shot in the wing
The straightest path, to hold the gaze
I confess a complex if you cover my back
Don't give me up for dead anymore.
I only have one shot in the wing
Don't give me up for dead anymore.
I only have one shot in the wing
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