I had a moment in time when I thought we weren’t blind. It came and went like a spent star seen from afar. Can I have it back por favor? I’d like to snack on it once more and store it in a tight fit double-knit sweater over my heart. I’d like a fresh start. You’re fuckin’ crazy just like me, we like to run free. You used to call me bizcocho, I felt like I was dieciocho. Broke through your world like a story untold but confessed through the verse of the West Coast, it was like burnt french toast. I saw you, you were open like a frozen margarita allows for that moment of eurika. Can you spare a triple dog dare? It’s ok, one day you’ll remember the offender.

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