Hope Quinceanera Poems

Hang on one second
there's the phone
Wait for me
we'll chat alone

Don't hang up
I'm almost there
Mark my words
I'll come to bare

Hold your horses
I'm not quite done
Almost through
not...

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Every morning is a day of hope
Your eyes like a half blossomed flower
Swap between life and death
While waiting for the executioner's arrival
Just a lustful life
If...

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