Not even smell
if you took the invitation
you must go all the way,
wear dress in black
and tighted shoes.
I´ve seen the night
without his clothes
and its not light.
Stories about the cries
songs about the being,
and all you have to
look is pain.
There´s no air
can let you feel free,
but nose is the great liar.
There´s no one else to believe in.
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