is a written in 1932 by . Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by , a newspaper columnist.
Stephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente, y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca. Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Cut the bindings off of books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The literary collection of poet Gabriel Gadfly