They were mischievous insomniacs and parlayed into sick, funny stories,
it became a distraction, with that horrid sense of love affair,
she was a shark woman, unsmiling, really interesting and real.
As hard as a frozen snowball, a cassette flew into my chest,
there was a story about robots in it, that could neatly illustrate,
we looked nervously at each other as if getting banned.
I can tell you, the silence was defeating, colorful.
I couldn’t believe in her amorality, she couldn’t believe in my disgusting cynicism.
At that moment, she ate my unconventional beauty.
july, 07 2008
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