The Pink Wig to My Salieri

Always in bloom
Just like in the country
We sit in this room
Powered by nine volts and waves
My face is a buzz
Just like i'm a t.v.
And you are alone
Refrigerator

When you close the door it turns out the light
With a head full of ice
It's so cold inside of me
Stay
Here on the parquet
Losing poetry
That is written on my face

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