Corey Hutchins

Ah, his Spanish was rich and deep


Ah, his Spanish was rich and deep 
      and sweet as thick honey
And I, like a black fly, stuck in its beauty, 
      losing myself to it when trying to steal it,
Now mar its beautiful flow
And he must speak slower, halting 
      so I can take it in.

—Corey Hutchins

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