Sandoval Sandoval

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Winter dawns on me. The cold of the air, suffocates

my bones. I look outside and flowers are blooming in.
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Her lips kissing your neck, her hands caressing your hair,

could not wake me from my slumber.
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That's what writing does to you. It eats

your free time, and your soul it swallows
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He gave me in one look,


what a thousand sunsets
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Love is a drug,

distance is rehab.
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Like the horizon hiding between the

sea and the sky,
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