Lover

They don’t see us

The mirror reflects
someone who I don’t know

Star of honey
bitter
drops from your mouth

They don’t hear us

echoes of whispers
maim our rules

Skin of tree
torn
segments from your hands

Arrangements                                                                                             derangements

A sun eating my eyes

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, , Doble U dijo

Quizá si nos vean o nos oigan, quizá simplemente no le importemos!
Así es el amor!
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, , Ebe Cané dijo

Sometimes solitude and distance brings upon disarray in our feelings…
Much love
Ebe
New York
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