Freddy Ibarra Poems

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A Girl Next To Me

Her eyes filled with plainness, and nothing.
Her stomach is draped with clothes.
She is hideous, and it's obvious she's missing something.
A witch! A dreadful face to loathe.

Remembering How You Sound

I remember what it was like to breathe
feel the sun split across my face
the taste of succulent fruit dancing on my lips

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