With revolution on your tongue
you tell me
you’re tired
But
I look into your eyes
and i know.
I know
Me encanta el cafe;
I love to drink coffee
Pero mi papa
But my dad
Has always told me I’d stop growing
If I drank too much
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“A Mo(u)rning Song”
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As do I
Amidst a fog
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