Fever

Darling, you are so young.
I want it badly, though.
Darling you're way too young.
Too careless to go along.
Don't care, don't worry, won't turn my head round.
Darling, you'd never know.
You'll never see things so tough.
Go, run. Over here, there's no control.
There's no final plot.
Only this mess. Only your thoughts.
Mine won't last long.
They've come undone.
Don't care too much, darling.
You're just so young.
I'm leaving soon.
You'll last carelessly long.

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por A.M. BRIGANTI

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