I once stepped outside
and realised I was still inside
but shoes instead of skin,
no breeze, it took a while
for the breeze to occur,
cars going by bricks
not me
and eventually with a lot
of persuasion, shoes
found themselves on the
right side of the door
and when I looked
I wasn't there, I'd gone out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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