The red and orange
The shells underneath her bathing suit
Shedding skin when she showered
Her open mouth into the water
The constant stream
Of good days and bad dreams

You saw her when she walked into the room
Everyone had this silent prayer for her
So pretty, so na´ve
Walking with a red planet
Between her shoulders
Some organ from the cosmos

Do you tell her where you're from?
Or do you keep on watching as she sheds
Like a snake in the balmy afternoon
With her mouth open, cheeks serene
We had never witnessed anything so alive.

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