The sudden curtain on this evening has put worms inside my brain, 

they are feasting on my fats now. 

There’s nothing more fragrant than the movements of two animals in love…

You can go miles for that.

In front of cheap buildings, on a street of soulless accelerations…in front of cremations, 

these harmony of two flapping birds bring lilies to these places. 

Women howling for liberations…scars of crooked eyes on their bodies, 

prisons of senses and meaningless conflictions….

And then these little fields of cruising vines bothers you? 

Well then I wish every lunatic souls of this planet start doing naked kisses inside the crowds…I wish they undress each other in public and show floating rainbows on their body. 

I wish we could kill these unimaginative swines with the bullets of love.

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Photograph: Google.