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Outside, on the edge

of your eyes,

I walk with all

my own depressions,

before I explode

outside, as I walk

on your eyes,

the taste, the waste

I’m able to provoke

I want me to fall away

Blood-steps, then I’ll fall

Blood-steps, then I’ll fall

from our last conversation

I’m grasping the last

strip of land of your eyes,

I catch a sight

of ravines,

where I’ll fall

like the folds of my lips

you’ll watch all

the changes of landscapes

I’ve been

you’ll watch me disappear

please help me !

no no no no no

please let me fall away

Blood-steps, then I’ll fall

Blood-steps, then I’ll fall

to my disintegration