The streets of my soul have turned into a puddle,
I do not call for waves
The pores on my skin have turned into mountains,
Do not climb them
My eyes are turning into a mirror,
Do not seek your reflection in them
My legs are turning into brakes,
I am not running; do not find me.

Stop

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