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Left a chalk self-portrait on her mattress Then cleansed my skin in the rain The streetlamps and lobbies just listen Must be the moonlight that beckons again and again Calendar countdowns and train station shifts White sheets lay under the true candidate Confession in murmurs and indisposed sighs Truth's in the once-blue, now graying eyes Bindings and bookmarks soiled in the prints Of covetous fingers dipped in black ink The authors are harlots citing their shame Letras de cancionesAs the reason for tossing their works in the flames A guardian's ghost framed in the pane Under rustling of satin, intervention in vain With the pretext of speakers and lavender lights A selfish duet crescendos in time Early April showers and mahogany hair curls Draw crimson from under the skin The band-aids and bracelets just masking The sole thing that ever touched her within In the darkest of backyards, on sanitized grass The nurse lays aside her own ailing past Reception in silence, culmination in gags With awkward young smiles, this walk is our last From Letras Mania