Luis Estable

# 7 - Poem by Luis Estable

Tender flesh of just sixteen,
What do you want from me?
You`re too young for my possessing;
Go to a younger he.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 17, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, September 21, 2012

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