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We are the same as yesterday
but different for the day
in progress, with another pulse
we are planning a new journey
towards uncertainty, and so
we should polish the idea, the ideal
between stones, sunlight and
thorns, another dementia
for a new audience.
I feel like dust - that matter
who wasn't wrong with me -
can with you, because you are the creature
from yesterday, pretending to be different.