Thin bread
collusion was the crime
abuse swells in the mind
have a formal party rule
a love limit on the charts
a secret code
a bickering satisfaction
fire ants spread over skin
outrage excites
almost til exhaustion
farewells only become painless
when we control the decibels of our feeling
The carioca full in flavor
searches for his heart
It's not a true story
so he never finds it
A love with clauses
and emotional pauses
a dishonest towering condo
trapped, divided and scarred by outer poverty and denial
manipulating the fibres of abandonment
the heartstrings themselves
jingled and twanged like a cuica
The organs brace for love and disappointment
Not loved the way we are
toys and noise and magic to fill the void
glossing the skin
embittering the heart
we run it off by the beachside
identity locked out of the heart
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