Writings by Esteban A. Martinez, poetry, fiction, rants, speculation and whatever else we want to call writing
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Where are you? by esteban a martinez
you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...
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love shouts with tiny hands at hurricanes and volcanoes destroys silences preceding creations and never shuts the fuck up
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Wind Chapter One 2 days since christmas. listen to me good. the horse had giant nostrils shooting steam in t...
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i just want your mouth on my mouth your hands holding mine i’ve tried to explain to myself, my friends but no wo...