HIKO CAFÉ there was a girl like a bunch of violet blossoms she was turning her neck, vibrating my lust as I'm inhaling her innocent, inviolate trust so it was shimmering and warm I felt the salty lips on my demanding hot tongue while a car blew a horn on the cafekko street we turned away and fell asleep IN THE HIKO CAFÈ WE MET I TRY TO FORGET I NEVER ASKED YOU WHY YOU LEFT WITHOUT A GOOD-BYE