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Que Hablo
Que hablo Diablo?
I missed that metaphor;
All the smoke and mirrors,
crazy like Dead Man’s Curve;
Head on crash, it figures;
Que hablo Diablo?
Your tongue sounds so foreign;
It’s way too seductive,
listeners lose control;
Is chaos the motive?
Que hablo Diablo?
Why’d you break your silence?
Is it my fire you want?
That righteous part of me
described as termagant?
Que hablo Diablo?
You’ll never be granted
the key to full access;
I have an armored shield
built of poet’s madness.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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