My bowels covered by sand,
my feet
pieces of glass.
I talked with the clouds,
will let you see the stars.
You already know where I live.
Don't think about me.
Look at me.
Sing to the moon.
Feel me.
I walk in your dreams
until the city swallows us.
Let the bonfire lit,
feed it with your wakefulness.
I keep swimming in your lips,
touching your hair.
I keep sailing your hours,
fencing your fears.
I'm still here.
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