Old love new nights
Old songs new rhymes,
old friends, new songs,
old days new light,
old smell, your arms.
Sweet peek, peek a boo behind your closed shoulders;
should i come in ?
Join you in the middle of a dream ?
I'll take with me old rhymes, childishly biting your thumbs,
-because of hungry love, because i'm the hungry child-
bringing with my perfume rotten flowers,
old songs, new dreams, old rhymes.
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