i'm the hero of this story: don't need to be saved

she's back in the northeast.
you're not prepared. trust.

the adventures (misadventures?) of a girl (woman?) living in miami (cuba?) and loving (hating?) every minute of it

you know i don't speak spanish

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February 7 2012

each feather, it fell from skin
until threadbare and she grew thin.
how were my eyes so blinded?

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