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That Time in Barcelona
Jun 14, 2022
When I
snuggled
up
her curves
of modernism.
When I
could hear
and share
the local tongue.
When I
found myself
lost
between her
streets.
When the
clocks
refused
their
tick tock.
All senses
of my home
she shattered
untethered.
That time in Barcelona
And my fresh fling with her.
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