He found out my diffuse
Just like Galileo found out
that two balls drop simultaneously
in fact, I know your dark past
Just like you know
that he dreams of dropping all his teeth
we know yet other secrets
as if the ones of ours were not enough
we paint ourselves over and over
as if we're afraid that we're exposed
we're close and yet far apart
like the artistic stars in the sky
we're wet and yet dry
like the dying sands on the beach
my cion is flapping
as if it were suffocating
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