Hope smells like roses,
Her lips too are like the softest of rose petals,
Her touch is heaven,
Everything about her is soft, comforting,
I'm sheltered by her, freed by her,
She heals me
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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