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The blue man
Projected himself
Across the landscape,
A backdrop to our stories
The shamanic acid fueled
Premonition of the end
Old baby boys and young old boys
Taught us our worth through pain
Gutted workshops
Filled with bodies and faces
Music and past missed chances
Secret bathroom buddies
Revealed their bare bodies
Under bridges, behind cars
Out and in everyone’s sight
For answers
To questions
That were always answered
What was created
Shattered, rearranged
And stuck onto the bed
To remind you
That the house cried when we left
– Mafalda E.L.G
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