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To Beth M.
There are moments when I feel very alone,
As if lost in the hurly-burley of the city
Then I think of you, and your hazel eyes
Back in the day of silly adolescence
I remember your sense of humor
And when we laid down fondling fumbling
Our virginity our path and our goal
You luminous in the dark.
poem
by
Mario Enrique Rios Muniz Pinot
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