Surrounded by beds
white sheets
beds beside beds
here on the dancefloor
I lie on one side
you on the other
we speak of silly things
like flavored potted meat
Why can't you lie next to me?
But you already say no
I cheat already with you
as a projection in my brain
And yet I cannot have you
lie next to me, even in dreams
It is almost as I refused myself
A sin nobody will find out
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