Brown skin children sing songs about cockroaches while playing in the empty dirt lot Jagged glass, cardboard, metal, syringes, rubbers and empty bottles of white port wine the labels bleached by the hot sun Smokey words mingle with car exhaust and the faint sound of Norteno accordion She stands in the doorway with her flowered shawl and long black hair blowing softly in the wind
At night she haunts abandoned churches only in her mind, she cries for lost lovers in broken English, the words like shards of glass cutting to the soul The whispers of love past and footsteps slow and heavy grow faint as they echo down the corridor Come to me and save me now with love as soft as morning dew Save me from the darkness of sin, despair and suicide
Please come once more to greet the sun, meet me one last time in the garden that still smells of fine perfume and watch with me as cactus flowers bloom
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