O human face,
coming from the furry past;
now I want you to
become, my death.
The naked ape, has
started hiding the tainted
shirt, loses battle,
and becomes beast again.
The acid attacks on
the nascent roses, I see
the ruins of frozen dreams.
Will you fetch the moonlight?
Carrying the cross, I choke
on my words. The lovers
will never be the same.
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