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Laughter arises behind rotten teeth,
A foul air underneath his tongue,
Suffocating your taste,
Viciously fighting his embrace.

Independence is measured at man’s feet
No obligations but his own
Women shed their clothes
When he wants to feel at home.

Like Snow White’s apple
One bite invites death,
He lures a line
His hands fishing mine to intertwine.

What more do you want?
The roses have bloomed
And the sunset has fallen under my lips,
Red, orange, yellow blazes upon my kiss.