The words fly, badminton away above worlds that surround us.
A constant question that follows us and it doesn't abandon us.
Badminton and flights away as unattainable stars of a color red fire.
They fly away the words that burn perhaps for being said.
But it is a whole illusion, it is normal to remain sat to fix what is not.
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