The words were wasps
And the streets like dunes
When I still wait for you to arrive
In a coffin I keep your touch and a crown
With your tangled hair
br/>Wanting to find an infinite rainbow
My hands that are still made of bone
And your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral that is your body
You were summer and a thousand storms
And I am the lion that smiles at the walls
That I have painted the same color again
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
No I know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you are on my list
From promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
Fire that was sometimes our own
The ash always foreign
White sperm sliding down the spine
We are now older and sincere and what does it matter
If we look at the lagoon as they call eternity
Absence
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list
Of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you are on my list
Of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark

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