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This is migration to love, to God, to self.

Duelo Dueto

I tried to put out a fire like a candle asking for water.

Wondering if I made a mistake; afraid I followed a shadow. We scream the perfect duet but our voices aim to wound. Covering, creating shields with hands that ricochet the sounds instead. Stuffing our ears with beeswax, somehow thinking it’s enough. Shouting arrows through songs of immunity, never singing fault. Raised voices go mute. Silence fills the empty spaces.

A thought occurs, maybe this is a solo. I take a vow; this isn’t my song.

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As a Michoacan native, I come with monarch blood. It is in my DNA to adapt, to grow, and change. My mind is a beautifully controlled storm. My heart is compass constantly looking for good in the world. My soul? It is God’s. Of the three, diving into the depths of my soul has been the hardest. I write for myself, for others, to God. Perfection does not come in my description but that only makes this a fun journey.

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