The word in the mouth was a stone
Tasted like ashes and wax
Yes it was cold outside
September night, rain and Paris
Shitty place
The people around, for once,
They seemed alive
More than us
Your eyes and mine
Of ice
Sad silence and the gap
That grows and that none
Can fill
Not you not me
Still the love, there,
Always and forever
Just the mouth stuck
The muscles useless
The sharp air of a city
In your nostrils
And in my mouth
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