You took my hand to have me seated next to you in a small almost golden-colored car
And I saw a country pass with words with the soft elimination of an argument that put freeways on my feet

There was nothing in my purse or my pockets
nothing in my eyes 'for me to catch you'

                          Sometimes I sleep with the doors unlocked so please tell me

if love is the last thing you seek

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If time can be spared, please read The Culture of Lies by Dubravka Ugresic.