we turn white trash during weekends  
go out in search for bright deserted places
where we shake, sweat, twirl and spin to LP's
360 degrees fireworks
at what seems to be the other side of the world 
I loved it the whole time
 my shoes were white ,but turned black around six
when we come home we kiss under the sheets
we were one ghost with 4 legs  
without letting our bones rest, racing heartbeat, too loud to fall asleep 
he turns my world upside down
saves me from sleep

 on weekdays we work, die and you send a thousand million hundred
emails a day, just to make payday


i can't be still, you thrill me still.
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