Interlaced and irritated;
fingers clutched her
only passion by the neck.
Where do we go from here?
In the usual bars?
On the same spent streets?
Singing sweet, sweet songs
is too old fashioned.
Let’s take a risk.
Let’s become lovers.
Interlaced and irritated; fingers clutched her
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