Every time the word becomes belated,
Every minute gets apreciated
Cutting the eyelashes
so disarmingly and rapidly,
Smoke and water mix and stuck around me,
Silence 'comes material and rings so loudly,
So I'm here and standing barefoot
and numb in front of you
Can't you feel this fever,
Constant, pulsing through the wire,
Can't you see me
Melting, melting, melting in your rays,
Mi dulce cianuro, my siamese twin
Siamese
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2011
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