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High and low (the two visions)
All like secrets
my friend Cristina also
she prefers the secrets seen from above
I prefer the lock
I see couples in bed
kissing, fondling and sex
unpronounceable words
slaps, strikes, shaking the room
I am the eye of the look
i am the eyes of the door
She sees the wind, the green
She is the keeper of the heights
She prepares the misfits
And love them
I am the eye of the look
i am the eyes of the door
I allow them to enter
to dance and love
But i am the watcher
I sustain all his spirits
You are looking the skys
I am holding hers souls
I need Cristina be one time
Cristina need be me, sometimes
poem
by
Mirna Morgan
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