Wild cats

relax.
take a deep breath.
no logic to stare at wild cats,
my love.

“My name is Kira”
she smiles with wine lips
lost in fake dreams
smoke, people and screams

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he’s always surrounded

by carnival clowns
great ol’pals!

alone in his bed
even when its shared
with puppets of sand
’till the end

“i want to look in his eyes
that’s all i want”
to see if he s wild,

or if he hides lies

he drinks a lot
didn t cared what he got
has a crazy past
he can’t make things last

he’s not scared of death
hates people of sand
keep feelings locked
so modest and proud

he sleeps on the floor
and stares at the wall
he thinks we are dust
of freedom ,love, lust.

there is no logic
to stare at wild cats
and not bags of sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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