P09 Looks

Their looks are after me.

They are looking at us.

I'm not a fish in the sea,

or in a shoal, maybe.

What have we done of that ?

They survived wars or famine,

we are not even in the combat.

I don't want to live in a shrine.

Hate, destruction, slavery.

They did the same mistakes,

teaching us not to eat the cherry,

before digesting the cake.

I'm thinking of them too,

when I try to fight, myself,

against me or with a crew,

to be in the next bookshelf.

2Dɛ

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