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How death will take me

by: Ari Ochoa Petzold


She will invite me on a date:

serenade me, standing everyday

in the corner of my street until

I dare to confront her face.


She will wooed me with an old

hollywood movie line and it will

work out because I’ve never

seen them. And therefore


I will not know how the story ends…


I’ll take her cold hand in mine

and will stroll through the cobbled

streets and oil lamps, She will

buy me churros and I


will take all. She will give me hot

chocolate and I’ll drink two or

four cups.


By the end she will invite me back

to her place with the promise

of a calm evening, and eagerly

I will obliged and with a kiss


we will

part.


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