why don't I get bored of it?
prove a certain synergy and mutual fear of
crying in a corner in the middle
of a desert, deserted by our heroes
forever, in memories, they turn,
to werewolves, going from corner and corner
so that you can't foresee, a western wind
so brutal, it changes you, honey, like a burden
falling in every inch of your beautiful burden
your flesh is the only yours, maybe