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You can’t handle the truth

your skin as soft as a breath, a lie

if you wake up on the wrong side of your secret

and get lost on the orbit of fear, surrounding your delicate membrane

if you keep plunging yourself into a cold container

if you mix up refugee with shelter, in a regime made of memories

where your heart lies, and you grow redder each day

You can’t handle the truth

2022.7.21

Telephone