Full of yellow rose petals
The bed where I lay naked
And the sky was starry
And every bone hurt
from bites
Whole skin worn
marks
of scent
The whole night danced
from sighs
Trampled by demons,
of your speech
I fell on my knees, crying for air
While the water washed away the city
All traces erased
Of yours and mine silhouettes
From that bed
Without a shred of memory
Of it…

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If you're too tired to go out tonight, just think how you'll feel at seventy two!

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