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this is the trace of space.

this is the structure of space.

it is a flat structure.

to you space, I tell you:

I've never seen you so tight as in the last few months,

You have never been so tight to me. Never.


never so far.


I took the distance and I lost the distance

from the world,

with the world.

from me

respect you

or respect me.

I have lost the Cartesian sense

a wave passed that moved it, changing the order of vectors


I go after that wave

together with the wave


I'm going out of you space, through you without touching you

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