This world is cruel,
And a lonely place,
But at least there are still some beautiful things,
Which make life worth living
Your eyes being among them,
Your voice,
Your smile,
Your soft hands
I want to bask in your glorious beauty
Here's where I dump my unfinished poetry. The title of the blog comes from the Nahuatl phrase "in tlilli in tlapalli" (the black, the red) which is a metaphor for codex writing. Poems that I decide to revise and make more presentable will be deleted from here.
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