Our meeting was "supercalifragilistic"
Blame me for this craziness
But I refuse to put a dot
At the end of the sentence
Become enough logical and realistic
To justify room service for
Stealing the smell of your perfume
That you left on my pillows
You easily got into my system
Deep into the heart, in my mind, under the skin
But too sugary and too toxic
Like an injection of early Spring
And I simply refuse
To act normal around you
And look for some lame and valid excuse
I saw sun waking up on your shoulders
And those things make no sense anymore -
Lack of time, other people, planes
And damn borders
They dissolve in existence
Of this strange unexpected
This almost brand new, almost "mi amor"
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