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One Thousand Ships
Her dust brown skin puts shine on her dark eyes and hair
Thrilled by the thought of a Mexican mistress
By the thought of her being that mistress
I approach
“Tue eres muy bonita”
Such beauty
“Fifty dollars fuck; twenty dollars suck”
She evokes the still corner
The magic of the streetlights
The dew on the quiet bus stop
Peacefulness in the midst of war
Her soul is pure
Her memory burnt into my heart
The treasure of her breath
It deserves a thousand ships
Thrilled by the thought of a Mexican mistress
By the thought of her being that mistress
I approach
“Tue eres muy bonita”
Such beauty
“Fifty dollars fuck; twenty dollars suck”
She evokes the still corner
The magic of the streetlights
The dew on the quiet bus stop
Peacefulness in the midst of war
Her soul is pure
Her memory burnt into my heart
The treasure of her breath
It deserves a thousand ships
Published 6th Sep 2013
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