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| Frida you are here. sitting across from me legs askew under table telling me to drink another, damnit tome otro i want to be the mescal on your soft pale lips instead and you scorn me and smile fridita quando vamos besar? quando me quierres yo me voy diga me por favor (tiny frida when are we going to kiss? when you want me to i will go tell me please) eyes soft and brown to tumble on somewhere you are painting with splash of crimson and mouth twisted in thought. let me bind in your gentle bird like arms i want to be your comadre your protector your lover your friend fridita take me in your shelter again i promise i will not spoil the painting |
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