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She cut pieces of memories:

Geometric shapes bleeding,

Laughing, feeling, thinking

And wired them together

Into a vest I wore.

These moments of her life

Were to me unknown but

I put them on anyways:

I felt photographs

As much as I felt

Her breath heavy in my mouth.

So we danced like nobody

Could tell how connected

We are

And I spun past, present and future

In endless ballerina's spinnings.

So we sat down on the floor

Like nobody could tell our similar tastes

And I dove into her voice

About stories of each little piece

Now in me hanging.

So she took it off me

Like nobody could tell

We are in

Love

And I understood her better:

We both got naked

(And I wasn't scared).

- The Fashion Designer