Hold on!
It's a cry, it's a cry!
But definively not a lie.
She can't see your pretty advises,
but hold it, hold it for the night.
Don't look at her crazy smiles.
Don't hear her mad laughter.
But touch her frenzy lips,
and win this holy shit.
No lie survives,
just the cry:
a lion's roar
in the skies.
(© 2007 Mirachandra)
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