Cristobal Benjumea Poems

I walk through the green field, covered with violets

its beautifull to my eyes, messengers of the sacred venus
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my girvriend is fat and all she ever talks about is food

she never tals about anything else
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Despise the poets, love of beauty
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The crystal river flows,
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The zombies are here, and they're not even nice
If your a pinhead then go on a holiday
one might even say that you work for satan
life is a precious gift, the days are inconsequential, until you follow the map, enter the forest
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Now i have a taste for eden

Dont smoke like incence to mouch
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LIkes the music the birds singing outside in the forest and dances

He likes The warm wind
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what can i say except i was proud,

what can i say life at least i know is not a bed of roses
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I was denied love
left in the forest
left to pluck daysies in a green meadow
anywhere i could not hear the bells
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THE SEA IS NOURISHED BY A MULTITUDE OF STREAMS
THE SEA IS SALTY
LIKE YOUR SEXUAL ORGANS
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU,
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