by EDER E. RANGEL
I started off with your heart,
While I let mine go astray.
Strawberry, cherry, and of course
A cranberry.
Three different flavors that
Won’t mix with your lips.
They tasted a little salty,
But wait –Isn´t that the color of passion?
They would make a great tea,
But they are nothing
Compared to your lips.
From:
MEXICO
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