To breathe or to evaporate
to take root or to go somewhere else
Surface is skin or plumage
Departure is flight or path
In the being
horizons are renovated
languages name worlds
The past is the echo of oblivion
Love finds silence
bodies feel the cold
Thought seeks answers
Closeness as distance
gaze as desire
Stars or cells
Blood interior inaccessible
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