Shame

They cover a cold tulle on our face,
It's like a white sleeplessness to die for;
Maybe if we aren't ashamed, they will leave us,
We sweat, blood dripping from my nails
On top of that,
They cover a cold tulle upon us.

Whichever room we hide, now they;
Which streets we go to, death;
Our lovemaking, which ends as enter, is because of them,
Every time I lie on your neck, death stinks
From loneliness, that loneliness,
The word is now forgotten in poetry.

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I Thank You

I thank you, you kissed me,

You kissed me on my forehead while I was asleep;

Coolness hit the groves, my sparrows came alive;

You were a blue fox, you got on a blue horse,

Maybe I was dead yesterday, maybe last week.

You were so beautiful to me, your feet too.
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