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BY RUI CARLOS DA CUNHA
To hear her rough voice,
hoarse and husky, erotic,
in her defense, sweet
scented psychosis.
Subtle vodka shots infused,
inebriated,
darkness spreads his wings
each time the drunken room spins;
open the front door,
for to save her life
Demanded swift attention;
archaic forces
released their captive;
kissed across her pale forehead,
nothing could be done,
everything in place,
success in repetition
switches her method.