Where will the mariposa hide
The little birds aren’t afraid
Though they stand there dripping
Or dart between clouds
Intermittent with sunshine
You promised me lightning and thunder
Though it’s only first day
You promised me drowning
Coming up gasping for air
The long midnights
Of your legs and hands
You promised me I wouldn’t survive
The little Noahs of my dreams
Would never land
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