I tell you I love you
I mean it
I mean it
Baby you tell me nothing
This can’t be It
Can’t be it…
I need to know princess
Because the silence is death
it’s death
Where to I stand?
on solid ground
or quicksand?
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
