At the death of midnight
You watch me
Always, with a quiver
I ask you why
You say that I know
Things hide behind my teeth
To each other
We lie in fevers
To find our tame voice
Over and over again
A colored picture of us
Pressing topless
Exists only in dreams
In the birth of daylight
You follow me
Never do I ask you why
We both don’t want to know
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