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I walked around the garden
in a sunny Chilean valley
picked fruit from the trees
an apple, grapes
Chile has one of the
greatest climate
I used to sing for a neighbor
when I was 6 years of age
she was in her late years seeking company
one
who could bring melodies
to her loneliness
My father always looked good
not a stain on his clothing
but the smell of alcohol
used to ruined all afternoon
and I played I did,
holding my breath
I have walked so far
as to reach adulthood
still promising something
I can not keep
My breath stinks of alcohol
tonight, and always
and ruined this poem
I did
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-03-10 at 01:47
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