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Poetry: August 31st

Too busy mindlessly scrolling

To manifest

That dream life

I’m still chasing my dreams like a teenager

Who’s laid dormant

Until they were eighteen. 

Ignite me like your first drink, 

Devour me like you meant it. 


El Sol es tan fuerte.

El Sol te matará.

El Ego también, te dicen

Aunque lo conquistarás.  

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