lucky boy holds a torn photograph,
a picture of nothing he says
A secret that showed in red light,
made love with him.
The green door creaked as he walked past
the picture trembled in wet hands
A few footsteps that knew it all,
and didnt let them fall.
The rays of sun when smiled to scorch,
he tore the shame
and when everything was jealous and green,
he made love again.
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