Sadness is hers on a motel bed,
Wild is his name on a sunny day.
Freedom dances her hips,
each time he withdraws
she dies again.
Failed resurrection in a shower
her love is dipped in water
and sipped like wine.
Screaming his face
he shakes out her name.
He knows
that even the beautiful dance alone.
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