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Our Time Alone
She steps into my room,
With her dashing golden hair,
And greets me
With her lips; soft and fair.
How can one's heart not wish to be
Within this frame forever?
With a last embrace,
I stab the softest skin.
And, keep it for myself.
Laying down,
On this tainted bed,
We hold hands once more.
What a lovely feeling,
To keep the one you love.
- Alejandro Bonfil
