Austin Quintero Poems

There's something about the way you are that makes me forget the way I feel; that makes me forget I want to breathe in the cold Himalayan air or stroll the moonlit Venice streets in the ripest part of summer.

It could be because of the way we talk for hours on end about nothing and everything with no sense of time, or because of the way you get lost in a simple piece of music just after the first notes are played.
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