Self-doubt, it's what I do.
This music, this sound, this voice and these words.
All that carry "me", it's not writing nor music, fuck,
it's certainly not "art."
When the boundaries seem unclear
we don't have a languageThat day you fainted, your eyes
looked right through me, from nowhere in particular, dislocated, light, monotonousAnd when I touched you
I turned you into a girl,
only for a moment,
soon you'll come back to me,
but when I touched you
I could turn you into a girl,
and I could love you wildly, girly, boundlessly.
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