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Mixed Media

et si je me perds


endless walks
in empty spaces
the hatred talks
to lost faces

found a tree
living just like me
fixated energy
I wish it could teach me

how it kept
in touch with its roots
in the depths
of lifeless guts

and if I get lost
under my sun vermilion
can you help me find my lungs
before I can no longer run

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