Larks and mirrors
I am sleeping again
and always dream the same
And i tell you: I am scared.
Four new bridges to learn.
Seven witches to burn.
Fit in pieces ( it is an algorithm)
That stranger on this hands.
Is reading signals in my skin.
Can he tell my who i am?.
Tangle pictures of real me.
Bursting under, can you see?.
(Restless. I feel there are something
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