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the wall of my block of flats, the street, the statue,
the song, some specific words everything makes you remember step by step the way your past is cracking and belongs no more to you but to your body and the shame is following you as a hungry kid. from now on you cut your hair you boil a stronger morning tea change the bracelet to the other hand you lost weight people come to you and stare at you very seriously talk to each other try to guess a deadly illness eating you from inside they bend down to see if your fingers did not disappear yet your heart gathers winters full of snow you can put your hands in up to your shoulders your heart gathers rains tasting as an unborn autumn the limits are surrounding you don’t even know if your coughing is correct as you do not suffocate yourself before any show if you are able to breath one more time without disturbing the silence hanging in their minds the most simple gestures you never knew you never knew how to get out how to walk this ridiculous distance between your place and the door without no one to notice the hungry kid behind you has grown up a little
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