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Red bull, you let your hair down,

Pump lips, rough tongue on palm.

Detached gaze, pupil in the maze.

Bangs straw, thrown on the eyelashes.

You are all mine. I am like Europe

At the water’s edge.

Steamy breath branches into horns,

Like a deer aspires upwards.

Like this, the sage will be amazed.

But look beyond the edge of the almond eyes,

You will see your mother through the years,

In those very moments,

When she chases after you and you from her.

These are life’s compliments,

Having fun instill terror,

Like the Minotaur,

Blood bond.

Even now, aiming at me like a bull’s head,

You look like a child.

I can’t even get a kitten.

Spilled milk past the glass

And this hurts my heart.