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Sunday, September 6, 2015

San Lazaro



My reality
Is out of place
Here
San Lazaro
Not syncing
With the natives
Nor the aliens
Copulating
Indigenes
Why
Are my thoughts
So foreign
I understand
Where they
Come from
And why
They migrate
But my essence
Does not compute
May-Decembers
Everywhere
I blush
In embarrassment
At the oddity
Though I'm the oddity
Thinking this way

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