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[struppi]

In my core its two

me and you

we are subject and object



i feel your voice whispering in puzzles

i dance in your question mark

it is a pure fight

in separated parts

of my soul



in which

i always spoke about kindness

but the evils home is my love

it is a bittersweet world

of boundlessness

i slide between light and darkness

to find myself