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The kiwi had a morning flavor
The tea a timeless scent,
Words entwined with ease
Outside, the windowed wall,
Cold winds whispered
Allure.

When departure,
Our feet knew only one way.
And like a drop of water
Rolling down a spring time peach,
Your lips were touching
The white color of my skin.

By Magda Castellanos

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