I became an alien in this love
Look at it
On the floor
An old skin I wore for years
Can’t even remember the shape of it
But now I’m abandoning it, digging a hole
And put that skin inside
Let it become food for the plants
The only way to make it useful again
I’m burying this old skin
The distance between us had become a knife, creating a wound
But through it, I became alive, being born again
So I’m burying this old skin in our garden
To become an alien to you
And become an ally for me
Give myself a glass and have myself a toast
A goodbye to you, to me, and use that same knife to cut off the cord
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