falling asleep to this song last night
brought me back to this time, two years ago
the warm bolivian midnight air blowing across my face
as we sat on rice sacks in the back of the truck
after a full day of endless chatter in our broken spanish
not saying a word, just taking it all in
these memories i will never forget
memories of heartbreak, as children immerged from the sewers they call home,
bleeding, broken, affectionate, scarred, suspicious, high..
the memories of great conversations with a man i'm proud to call friend
the memories of a man who fell in love with me
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