That figure is just a small portion of composition inside the frame of my eyes
A shadow that stands still, looking fastened into my soul
It is far away, yet I recognize that gaze
It is a longing gaze.
How could it learn to perceive?
Did it read the burned script?
In that moment the desire emerges
I run
Despite this burdensome shell I carry
I embrace
Despite the suffocating smell it bursts
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