There was more than one desire
The strength of the kiss
No matter how slutty
It no longer satiates
My eyes water your body
Exposed It's a lie from the heat of anger
From the eagerness of a desire that won't contract
In love, torture is a close call
But we put up with it and even appear happy
When we have the álibi
Of being born ávid
And living together as an invalid
Even without there being

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