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The Sweater Collector

How many lips do I still need
until I'm satisfied?
Until I get that feeling again,
that one that makes me go to sleep dreaming,
that makes me wake up smiling?

With only a smile,
he brought my passionate side
back to life
(what makes me feel alive).

But he's just a kid
freaking out with his restrictions,
wearing an awful sweater.
I'm not that good,
but I deserve something better.


(Júlio B.)
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