the same country inside you
even if the streets are painted black and white
sheets changing and
faces discarded
but they will all leave you the same smile
still you live like a stranger to yourself
walking
walking
trying to find without searching
the connection between the world and your heart
etrangere a ma langue dans un clavier qui ne connait rien de mon orthographe
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