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This skin immune to rain
foam
flourished with a single kiss of honey. These circles

sleepless pillow undone before the hangover virgin

inherited the silent night
at the corner of an orgy.
These stones
my hands against the window of farewells

pigeons became the song of my name in the box
your lips.
I do not want to see you go, every thought

moon beam and then know how my pillow orphan
dawn phase.
Flood.
have died of thirst
all hours of kissing.
Bebámonos. Blaine

Antonia Martín Pérez (Cuba)

With this poem participated in the third Poetry Contest of Heptagrama