Stolen sisters
Expecting flat face, boney cheek, almond eyes
I was wrong
Homosexual-tall, paled-skin gringo, blue eyed
We sat down
In my age; not as said Melissa nor my thoughts
And we talked
Irony, at the end we shook hands; good friends
Our goal's one
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