My voice, strong as a sand storm,
avoid talk, as a storm silence,
reach the sky, like snow storm,
and suddenly, abruptly, comes over the space
like an hurricane to say nothing: all that a man wants
is a tender girl to love or to fuck with.
Then, like a storm again, mi voice overload
the high tender of a chocolate ice cream.
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