flower blossom and bubble. rain streams down in rivers straight ruled. my head hangs low as I leave this place. the flowers cushion my trek, but going in never easy.
two cities meet in cyberlandia. it's in the stars.
reading the grounds of her coffee each morning Tijuana finds herself obsessed with her fierce new lover:
Beirut...
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La mancha blanca del agua se asemeja a una boca humana tragando toda el agua que cae.
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