• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 04
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The pavement slabs are canvases of disorder
each carved with its own scars, lying side by side

My shadow stands with the undefined
lit by the puddle's shine

My shadow, it is enough. My voice is
cloaked in my skin and carried close to me

If they make me walk the pavement slabs
my paper mask will define me

My shadow, it is enough