Haunt me

An aborigini
sound in me
a lewd laughter

In every step
a matrix

Don’t tell me
haunt me

Don’t feel me
touch me

You are lost in
looking down

The cars look like
pieces of chalk
on a blackboard
from here

Whereas you can
see me straightaway

Whereas we are able
to touch in this way

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