Why am I alive
Someone tripped and fell in love
So they called me loved
Am I really loved
I can hear those soft whispers
The child in me said
Am I someone who
Survives or gets drawn in by
The ghosts in closets
Greedy rich white boy
When I see you I see desire
You are an evil
Inhale amber skin
Exhale dark brown eyes, black hair
My Peruvian breath
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