Novinho em folha (just like new)

a fork

a spoon

I just told a joke

the path divides

but it’s not about utensils

a new loneliness

an old distaste

a fresh confusion

a paradise for wearied minds

and a cell for the overcurious

remains

scents and flavors mingle

and it’s all the same

and I stand alone

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