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Funny how insomnia
and discomfort will
dredge a new room
into a safe harbor
 May 2017 Sally Tsoutas
欣快
We're in the sun and I'm moving from your mouth
to your jeans, we're watching the stars and we're moving
We're going down the green boulevard and we're cruising
you speak Romanian, I speak you, we're going to far
and moving to the beat as one and the wind blows the hair
in my face and I got news for you, I can see you just clearly
as I could before, carefully, barely hanging on and catching movies

I can't keep away from your kiss, back and forth want to feel
the rest of you and all of you can't wait to catch you all alone
we're in the sun and I'm moving from your mouth
to the hole in your heart, tell me how you feel and who you are
you speak barely, your rhythmic breaths tell me all I need to know
waste the day and spend all the time in your pockets, all alone
floating around your head and hanging midair in your palms like
a red balloon
London's turning into a contest
and
while they're ******* in
Trafalgar square's fountain
the National's mounting
another art exhibition.

Motivation like inhibition
has gone and we're crawling
around
naked as the day
we were born.
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