Ananda Gonzalez

 

 

 

 

What I'm Told 

 

 

Men are horses that run like horses.

Men are blue eyes in the pine trees.

Men are smoke with no fire.

Men are fear and father.

Men are winter when it hurts.

Men are sticky red fruits.

 

Men are mountains, half sentient, unconscious, but breathing. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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