He brandished the hot iron like this
And his face in my mind
It was burning like a scar
Of the narrow body almost absent
The burning and transparent smell
It was true of the matter It's the cheese
Let the liquid ferment
Separate the seeds
Put the drops in the Âs
May the lens of love increase
Do § in presence what is absent
Because we can only live by the skin of our teeth
Only love can bring together
What desire has separated
br/>I couldn't wear it yesterday
Tomorrow's clothes
Only love can erase
What desire erased
Invented yesterday
To exist tomorrow

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