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The street
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Mediu
The street between us, was coiled for nine times, lives from what snail chewing
in the bushes
between us, the street seems to be shy and reddened balloons in sunset -
you know that we meet often on weekends when street sleeps behind
" Forbidden " sign
then cling tight - stretched hands in fist, make love
and we tie with a smack as wide as the equator .
Under tram station, we sleep until the smack it breaks, wolfed down of street -
is Monday ...
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