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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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