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Among the faces

I am inside a circus

In the dark they look like monsters

Their sharp teeth shine

I seek for faces the same as mine

I cannot find.



Among the hills

The houses, the towns

I look around

I feel frightened and alone

They diminished my trail of breadcrumbs

There is no way home

I embrace an image

Of a life forgiven.



There is no way home

But still I roam wherever

Still I roam forever

Eternity, my enemy.