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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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The coals lose their glow.Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.The cooler tips... The tides go out...
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They wear their bodies recklessly, these cempazuchitl, these flowers of the dead.
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