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Put our love in the machine.
Boil it
To see if the original colors
Can come back.
Can we get it back with water? Bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness that we thought was eternal,
Before?
To find the initial pink
Of your cheek which has become pale,
br/>The blue of our kisses from the beginning,
So much lost azure.
Put our love through the machine.
Boil it
To see if the colors original
Can come back.
Can we have bleach again
Feelings,
The whiteness that we thought was eternal,
br/>Before?
Matisse, love is difficult,
The fragile red caresses,
The sun of life beats them down,
And then, they pass .
Come on! By the machine!!
Red to make poverty go away
Of our kind little grandfathers,
Black, hands in blonde curls
All around of the world.
Put our love through the machine.
Boil it
To see if the original colors
Can come back.
Can we can be brought back with bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness that we thought was eternal,
Before?
Come on! By machine!!