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Three Nights Against Emptiness

Six lips in a weekend,
four of them there.
How could you be down?
How do you dare?

Empty sunday afternoons
will drive you mad.
You feed ants in the carpet,
saying you're sad.

At last, there are two lips
I didn't mention yet:
the highest level you thought
you could never get.

(Júlio B.)