place

yes, it

can think for itself,

just a moment,

the curtains are

parting, the

egg is hatched

and the crowd

destroys all

sense of abandon,

it can actually

be aware, crashing through

the palm trees and

the alleys, accountable

found in a time

to get the head

removed

and take a peek

we cut the air

to use each other

sun, the pain i feel

moon, my moment lost in it

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