She's painted in plastic threads
she is me
and she wishes
she bends
Fire is inside the soul
it doesn't burns
it just aches
from the time she is born
till the last mistake
Is it what matters
to shine and to grow?

Her picture is my face
and I can't remember
where she's been misplaced
A fossil-like existence
Her eyes are childlike
they still hope in for something
they still live in to see
waiting maKes her wonder
wonder makes her need

Now there's only breathing
air that leaves from me
She's painted in plastic threads
colors blue and red
Her soul is cage-less
and has no end
Her voice is my sound now
childlike again

There's running
and laughter
she is me
and she falls
there's no editing in words
She's plastic, she bends
there's nothing
Not anything
A band-aid
can't mend.

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