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Her anger was a little quiet but furious tempest
Like poison
I feared it
I feared it more than a long list of things
Affection
Ours was a mixture
Poison and Passion
Lust would corrupt it
It was innocent and overwhelming
I feared her
Her kisses held a magnitude
Like a thousand volts
Passed through my cheek
I wished we'd never leave
I wish I'd kissed your lips
Upon fallen leaves
Under mango trees
In hidden buildings
In public places
Now it's just the memories
That hold my dwellings
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PoesíaThe things that distract me. All the things so intriguing. Storytelling... Poetry...
