Andrea does her dance on sidewalks building fires
and tying us to lights and rythms fighting to ignore the shapes she throws
fighting our way through our critics, we memorised this taste
taking breaths through tiny lungs
in these nights we steal liquids from bottles
that bleed all over this white sheet
we spend to much time in sleeps arms
drown in maria all of us students
and self fullfill stories of us falling apart
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