Where cannot hide wounds,
open-eyed free from old
conventions. You are past,
I have no more time to waste
me into your poor dreams.
Behind your fears, I found myself
once alone and you silently
deny what is proved, pretending
we were sometime ones
who longed and belonged
to each other.
Gulliver is on the top
of the hill, it will
depend on how fast I run away
he will not be
a giant anymore, now
that my shadow is my only past
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