

AlbertoAlberto with the bent back and crooked teeth. Alberto with eyes the color of grime, Alberto whose name no one can seem to remember, stands in front of the schoolyard watching the other children play taya. Alberto who is no ones friend but hopes to be, waits for an invitation. He does this every single day after school but no one seems to notice. Alberto whose only talent is sketching, carefully takes out his only Mongol pencil and some folded sheets of precious bond paper and draws what he sees and dreams. A schoolyard filled with happy girls and boys playing tag with him in it. Alberto inside that filth covered shirt, inside thatAlberto
see you :d
*** nature is everything ***
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Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
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