air numbs you.
I look at the beauty of the world from above.
your beauty I look sleepy.
You are the world. So I dare you.
Between you and me is the air.
I breathe in silence,
and live because you sleep.
When you wake you'll be dead again.
But now I breathe.
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And the moon was you.
A crescent moon, white, cold,
looked to the sea and the things that were not
me.
And how I cried silently,
growing, white and cool me too:
"Look, look ..."
oh, look at me look at you ... "
And then I went
sea and went all things.
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