Brenda Segura Poems

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1.
Conquered Flame

I can't place an eight sided red face
I can't control the burgeoning pace
I had no warning
I believe I'm falling
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2.
At Least We Will Live Through The Night, Or Die

I see the dust,
and on the furniture, the rust
In the ghetto there is no light
The food is rotten and old,
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