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This poem is dedicated to one of my best friends and an old part of my life.

YOU LEAN AGAINST A BRICK WALL IN OUR SECRET GARDEN YOU PULL ME TOWARDS YOUR BODY A BEAUTIFUL SILENCE I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF CRICKETS CHIRPING AN..

IM TIRED OF BEING TOLD WHAT I AM IM TIRED OF BEING WHAT IM NOT IM TIRED OF BEING CRITIZIED BY HYPOCRITS IM TIRED OF FIGHTING IM TIRED OF YELLING..

Its Easter Sunday. Jeez! My morning started when I got a text message from Danilo. I looked at my phone in that dazed, confused sleepy haze you..

NEVER FOUND SILENCE NEVER FOUND PEACE A VIBRATION THERES LIKE THIS BUZZ LIKE ELECRTICITY ITS LOUD AND I CANT ESCAPE IT IM LIKE A CHILD TRAPPED..

Last night Last night was the most perfect night A beautiful night Just you and me Our only witness was the silver mo..

Something like love love, a love so deep deeper then the sea it bindes me makes me desperate when I think about him my soul escapes me his eye..

its 5:21 am i cant sleep ... awake in bed scared scared scared of tommorow what willi face .... i think about it a world full of ignoranc..

Its In Me Its Runs through my blood the sound of the rhumba drum the spicy taste of rum the smell of tabaco the twinkle of stars the red the ..

Cuba Mi Cuba linda theres nothing more beautiful than my Cuba the solitary star of the carribean she has suffered many many years her spl..