11:45

Posted: July 4, 2013 in writing
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She was on the plane to La Paz
When she told me she loved me and she’d
See me later

I asked if she was crazy
I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks
And now she was just going to up and leave

She asked me not to be mad

I told her I wasn’t, just lonely and to
Have a good time

She said I’ll bring you back a little
Indigenous Latin boy or girl

I said that’ll do and I love you too

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