The woman on fire lay on the table smiling
The lacerated flesh couldn´t stop her laughter
The woman on the roof was eletrocuted from the power cable
sparks burst out of her and she fell, dating´s hard
Love can´t be more than a fly undone
Saliva and skin and a feeling that confuses one into thinking
It´s more than just a sensory overload
Or a fear that life will end if you don´t dive in head first
Lines and queues and blowing off meetings
waiting for the nevercomer
nevercoming for the waiter
What conduct exists between hugs and kisses?
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