Look, I started to have a dialogue with myself
and I asked myself, 'What is this strange thing called Love?'
The moon answered back with a light on my window
the stereo played beats
an airplane roared at me
my fingers fell to my skin
a friend called
and a body flew from La to Bali.
Look, I started to have a dialogue with myself
and I heard the sounds of language,
I tasted the juice of a man,
went on a walk
and rolled with amber on my skin.
Look, my skin is my skin.
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