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The little one / walks through the cable, / black and stretched,
The little one / walks through the cable, / black and stretched,
Rubbing against stones and the cracks, / I stumbled inside a black hole, / The darkness aside,
Pass not through the crooked path, / for it has the fangs awaiting you, / The blood shall suffice
Wonder if I flew above the malice, / and into your heart, / brushing through the hymns,
Why do you do that? / disfigured polka dots / on the back of my dress / ironed just yesterday
All that has been embedded / in the deep ruins / of an abandoned root / is now watered with the vows,