Phillip Dix Poems

She finished putting her lipstick,
the face directly to the mirror.
Smiles, stand up,
the lover in the bed sleeping awaits
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I'll wait you,
in the gray bench I always wait you,
Take your time.
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As always, no A.C,
Hot as hell,
sunshine,
dying.
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Mirame,
porque sigue temblando?

Perdon por el desastre de la comida,
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Tear my heart out,
I'm dead anyway.

No room in the social lounge again,
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She don't love me,
I swear, she hates me.
You know, I'm a broken toy.
Shame.
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