When you entered
I am your flag.
When you sin I am your temptation. When you search the air
I become your bronchi.
If you were a singer I would be song.
If you were the moon I would land.
insomnia
If you were me, your hallucination,
when you come in tears
be your handkerchief. When you are
idea I will be, your revolution.
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