Cold metal
And hot blood
Isn't it unfair?
Don't you think if it were a window
It would be better for a young lad
To start his little theory of the universe,
Or a shelter for two lovers
Where they can hide and snap up a kiss in the coldness,
Or a rolling door to entrap music, smell of brandy and warm talks
Before we shake hands and get awaken by the last order,
Or a modernized chicken cage
For birds that flew away from the poems
And got aroused by the girls of our thoughts
Honestly,Isn't it unfair?
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