One afternoon, the warm sun in Australia and the
ever-cooling snow
in Sapporo, Japan, surrounded by the arctic circle, awake all night, and
dream of going to countries around the world—
running to the crowds and bright lights. The
first love was in the thick fur-covered
caves. In, can't even say the word,
just stomping on the fire and screaming
your Lexus rushing from tomorrow
is the fear I suddenly realized
In a bed that looks too big
when you're wearing my T-shirt Pushing up slowly
Will I call you the wrong name again
Like something that is shouted out after a sip
The twinkling sun and moon twinkle
on the white sheets that shrink little by little
and draw our paradise jungle
Covering those languages we no longer need
We occasionally straighten up, use food
instead of talking, melt eyes with our senses
I'm going with you out of all the streets where there are no more houses
Out of the beautiful interfaces woven of many plastic roses
Full of cavemen and The cavemen are
behind us, continuing their ignorance
A baby with a plastic pacifier climbs a few meters away
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