Colombians

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Hands Eyes Lips Arms

You’ve vanished,
You’ve forgotten.
You’ve learned to waste miles
Just like you waste hearts.
You’ve gone so far away
The roads all know your name.
I wish I never did.
Hands eyes lips arms.

The photographs ensure
That I can still trace
Every curve of your face
In my mind’s pathetic race
To reclaim you.
But I’ll never relive
The golden friction

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