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The insider, of a windowless room

With timeless words, you glorify the puppet,

Only by accident you will find life in

Defining the borders with guilds,

Living the moment without participation.

Afraid to ask, the white fingers, to write a name on black paper.

In fending off, the questions, after mutilation,

A decapitated thought, writes a new scribble

While I limp, a schizo runs parallel with the moon.

It was a turf war. The moon was booby-trapped