we do not say goodbye to the sun

we spin out of view every evening

it sets and it will rise again

we do not say goodbye to the sun

some cultures worship it as a god

it will remain when we are gone

we do not say goodbye to the sun

no other star shines so gently

no other love can be so giving

we do not say goodbye to the sun

we say goodbye to our fathers

we say goodbye to our mothers

we do not say goodbye to the sun

gavel

my dog has decided

that the crevice between

my arm and my chest

is now her bed

and who am I

to argue with that?

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they say poems are just letters

you are too afraid to send

so you send them to everyone

(I'm not gonna be the one to get hurt)

maybe we're just cowards who hate

happy endings and

sad beginnings

(pour a little salt, we were never here)

we hide behind cryptic curves

perhaps there is a language barrier

translate this, Google

(mejor le pido a Dios que me cuide)

pause

put on your happy face

"put on your happy," face

put on your "happy" face

man up

man, up

man up!

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