the way we sleep
tonight and the other past nights
speak of the usual story
how time makes us bores
and how we have decided not to touch
what is so usual
we have finally decided to look
the other way around
our backs facing each other
how we see other worlds out there
how we should forget the past
how we should meet the future as a stranger
how we start shaking hands again
to create a world anew
before our eyes
a new life.
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