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Blush

Switching Hitches, Reserver Context, 2018

There’a blue bird

flying out in the air

 

Where light is pure an

thought are rare

there is a train

running out in the green grass

where the echoes of my mind

won’t become a shout

there is a place in childhood time

where I could feel

so deep

the fear

 

I wish I was weightless

and brave enough

to dare.

 

That blush perhaps

was made of shame

was made of guilty hopes

and as I saw

my strange hands tremble

I knew

it would not work

 

Now there is no dream to drown

that stomachache

that shifts my life

in a four letter word

 

Living in the upside down

Looking for the steering

that leads you in wonderland

I wish I was

I wish I cared

 

Instead of being busy

and the hell knows

how much scared

 

That blush perhaps

was made of shame

was made of guilty hopes

and as I saw

my strange hands tremble

I knew it would not work

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